Just Killing Time (Across Time #4) by Linda Kay Silva

Author:Linda Kay Silva [Silva, Linda Kay]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, lesbian, Historical, Fantasy, New Adult, Time Travel, Reincarnation, Pirates, Witches, Magic
ISBN: 9781935226529
Amazon: B00BOD0J44
Goodreads: 12567774
Publisher: Spinsters Ink
Published: 2012-04-03T03:00:00+00:00

21st Century

Jessie held the ankh in her hand, feeling it get preternaturally warm with every passing second. When she held it as she did now, with a purpose, it had the ability of transporting her to whatever time period she wanted to go. It was the key that unlocked the door to the numberless room—the door that slowly materialized before her now. All she had to do was concentrate on all she had learned, on the images she could pull forth from residual memories, and then she could just step into the portal and be on her way.

She was on her way to a time that deserved its previous nom de plume of the Dark Age.

“Do you not see, Joan, if you do not sign the paper, they will burn you as a heretic. They will strip you of everything and consign you to a horrible, horrible death.”

Jessie looked down at the quill in her hand, a panic gripping her chest even more tightly than she held onto the quill. She was in yet another dank, dark dungeon like the one Spencer had been forced to endure when Elizabeth incarcerated him. The sound of acrid water dripping, of rats scurrying, and of chains rattling so frightened her, Jessie slipped out as quickly as she had come.

With three steps, she was back in the numberless room, away from the cold, musky cell where she had been kept as Joan of Arc, trying to catch her breath and remember who she was. When she realized she was free and herself once more, her knees buckled and she fell to the floor, chest heaving. She had to work to keep the bile down. “Oh God,” she groaned, getting up quickly and running out into the hall, closing the door after her. Hands shaking, Jessie took several more cleansing breaths and leaned over with her hands on her knees. “Oh. My. God.” She couldn’t believe it. She…she was…the implication was enormous and almost too hard to grasp of who she was.

When she stood up, she was still slightly dizzy and a little nauseous. Before she could even make it to the stairs, Ceara was at her side.

“What on earth happened in there?”

Flinging her arms around Ceara’s neck, Jessie bawled as she tried explaining through gasps what had happened and who she was.

Who she was.

When Ceara gently eased away, she handed Jessie a handkerchief and waited for her to catch her breath. “Slowly, my dear, so I can understand you.”

Inhaling slow, jerky breaths, Jessie wiped her nose before turning to Ceara. “Oh, God, Ceara, I’m her. I’m really her.”

“Who?”

“Joan. I was Joan of Arc.”

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