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ROSI'S TIME
Rosi's Doors (Book II)
Beach Book Festival 2013 Best General Fiction Winner
Rosi Carol has managed to settle into her Uncle Richard's New England castle, despite having her family's so-called gift thrust upon her. Rosi has the ability to step through time, which means she also bears the responsibility to be time's Guardian. Or rather Apprentice Guardian, as her Uncle Richard keeps pointing out. When she and her friends are dragged through a time portal into the past, Rosi must determine not only where they are but when they are and how to restore the timeline.
ROSI'S TIME [©2012] Rosi's Doors (Book II) by Edward Eaton | Young Adult Fantasy (PG) 246 pages / 79,000 words | Available in ebook, hardback, and paperback from the DFP Books label of Dragonfly Publishing
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EXCERPT FROM CHAPTER 1:
WITH a sigh, Rosi looked at her watch. She hoped no one, or no thing, would see the light green glow.
One o'clock. Rosi was not happy. Who would leave a fifteen-year-old girl alone in the middle of the woods in the middle of the night?
Even the little bit of light from her watch practically blinded her. Rosi slid the eye patch on her left eye over to her right and saw the woods leap back into vision. She was not sure if she looked silly or dashing wearing an eye patch, but it was great for her night vision. Uncle Richard had thought it a childish affectation, but one of her favorite shows had suggested that it might be effective, so she had given it a try. Chalk up another one for the educational potential of television.
Her knees were stiff and it was getting positively chilly. She had spent so much time in this cramped hunting blind in the old gnarly tree, that Rosi was not sure if she would ever be able to straighten up. She tried to straighten her legs, but simply was not flexible enough.
For the umpteenth time, she checked her thermos. For the umpteenth time, she discovered that it was still empty of hot chocolate. For the umpteenth time, Rosi told herself that she should not have emptied in the first half hour she was here.
Rosi shook the thermos just to be sure, as she had done each preceding time. She even held it upside down on the off chance a drop might appear.
She must be going crazy. Benjamin Franklin once said insanity is doing something over and over again expecting a different outcome. Of course, some people said it was Einstein, but Rosi had heard it straight from the horse's mouth. Of course, she could not tell anyone that or they would think she was crazy and lock her up.
Irrationally, Rosi dragged her finger along the sandwich bags for crumbs from her ham sandwich, her warm pretzel, her chips, and her lettuce. Nothing. She even licked the plastic pudding container, to no avail. Maybe she should not have eaten her snack with her hot chocolate.
Perhaps Uncle Richard should not have left her alone this time. He had lamely explained that the blind was not big enough for the two of them. Rosi was not happy about the lack of help, but, as Uncle Richard pointed out, he had his own work to do.
I'll bet you do, old man, Rosi thought, scowling to herself. She had followed Uncle Richard one night and watched him hobnob with great lords and flirt with their wives. He was probably eating pastries in the pursuit of an Antique Chippendale Secretary, while she was stuck in a large tree at the edge of a steep run with no snack and only a thin jeans jacket to keep her from shivering.
"What if I get eaten?" Rosi had protested when she saw the drawing of what she was supposed to catch. Uncle Richard had simply replied that Guardians were not supposed to interfere with each other.
Rosi felt that she had interfered quite a bit these last few weeks, even if Uncle Richard called it training. She had saved his life just a month before when they had been ambushed during a minor war. A war, Rosi had to admit, she had started. She did not think it fair that she had to take all of the blame. That woman should have been able to keep hold of her own jewelry. How was Rosi supposed to know that the woman was Mumtaz Mahal and that her jewelry was the Koh-i-Noor?
Uncle Richard kept telling her that she should know. Rosi was supposed to be reading fat history books every day, but, with work and friends, she did not do as much as she should. As much as she should, Rosi realized, meant any at all. Besides, Andy could tell her most of what she was supposed to read.
Before Rosi had left The Castle this evening, Uncle Richard had made her go over their plan several times in great detail. She knew it by heart. Her uncle had assured her that she would be fine when he walked her to the door and handed her the keys to the old motorcycle. It was the same motorcycle she had wrecked a few months earlier, but it now looked brand new. It might well be, she reminded herself.
Fine? What does Uncle Richard know? Rosi had almost gotten lost on the way. She had driven to the old riverbed and reconnoitered the area. It had been quiet, though it would not be later. Everything had been in place. Once she had hidden the motorcycle, left the old riverbed, and headed into the woods, she had gotten turned around.
She had walked through the plan forwards and backwards for a week, but on game night, as it were, she could not get her bearings straight. Eventually, she had found the right tree by walking into it. Or falling into it, rather. Quite literally, she tripped over a root and fell headlong into the tree.
When Rosi reached the blind, she discovered that she had forgotten to pack her cell phone. She knew she would be busy, but she would have some time before the sun went down to finish her game. She had been at this game for weeks and was about to be promoted King of Pirates. Rosi was sure Uncle Richard had something to do with the phone not being in her bag.
Then the food that she had packed for snacks had disappeared so quickly.
So there was not much to do but sit here and shiver and hope this thing showed up so Rosi could deal with it. Or maybe it would not show up, and she would not have to deal with it. Let Louis XV catch it himself.
Waiting became really tedious after the sun went down about eight o'clock. Things got worse after about ten-thirty, when Rosi could hear music playing somewhere in the distance. She could not tell what music it was, but she could tell that it was music. The party had started.
Rosi would have to trust Uncle Richard that their family had been somehow entrusted with protecting time from interfering with other times. Rather than protecting anyone or anything from some sort of time space continuum hiccup or violation or corruption or whatever it was so far, a concept which Uncle Richard had said was grossly exaggerated in movies and video games, they seemed to spend most of their time schmoozing with the landed aristocracy and absconding with their furniture and nick knacks.
Uncle Richard was, appropriately, an antiques dealer.
One afternoon, Rosi was sure she had caught Uncle Richard on a major screw up. Antiques were supposed to be old. Uncle Richard's customers must take issue with paying top prices for brand new merchandise. Uncle Richard had, of course, an answer to that. "I do not bring it straight here," he had answered. "I have it taken to a storage facility, a warehouse if you please, where it will wait until the customer is ready to buy."
This did not sound very honest to Rosi.
Everything seemed fairly haphazard. This evening for example, why did she have to wait from early evening until whenever it was that the thing decided to show? She looked at the picture under the light of her watch.
Ankalagon saurognathus.
Ugly looking beasty. This plan had better work. This thing, with its ridged back and fangs did not look like it would take more than about three seconds to devour Rosi.
Rosi figured that if they were supposed to be in control of Time, then they should at least be able to figure out what time the Ankalagon showed up...
[Copyright ©2023 Edward Eaton | No unauthorized reproduction or distribution]
READ REVIEWS
"A direct continuation of the first book in this series, ROSI'S CASTLE, ROSI'S TIME finds Rosi heart deep in the Revolutionary War, and before its end the reader will have learned an engrossing and amazing amount of detail about freedom, slavery, taxation, that War, and the culture and society of that era. Rosi becomes a captain, leading a batch of rag-tag farmers and smiths and other craftsman, fighting against British Colonial rule, and in the process discovers a village that really doesn't seem to exist, that is unseen until one sees it. Once again, Rosi is acting, or so she hopes, in her capacity as a Guardian of Time tears, yet this may be a tear even Rosi can't repair — if she can survive the Revolutionary battles. Although ROSI'S TIME can be read as a stand-alone novel, why not pick up the first in the series, ROSI'S CASTLE, as well? I read them back-to-back and had a wonderful time doing so." ~ reviewed by Mallory Heart Reviews [FIVE STARS]
"ROSI'S TIME continues on a path of time travel and adventure. As Rosi uncovers her family legacy she continues to battle with her uncle as to her new duties as a guardian of time. She is a witty and strong minded character. Rosi is one who young females can relate to and feel empowered by her. As she continues on her 'hero's quest' so to speak she constantly is challenge by friends, adversaries, and even her uncle. Rosi is a character coming into her own. As many young adults are also gripping with real challenges in their daily lives this story and character can draw parallels on reality and fantasy. There is enough here for pleasure, escape, and to learn lessons even as the reader is transported into another time while still holding on to reality. Eaton has a way of pulling you into his world with his descriptions. Without divulging too much information about the story, it is unique with enough to offer tasty morsels of adventure and intrigue for any reader." ~ reviewed by Mirta Espinola
"ROSI'S TIME is the second installment in the Rosi's Doors series by Edward Eaton. The story of Rosi Carol continues where she dutifully learns to fulfill her role as the Guardian of Time. However, Uncle Richard's antics often frustrate her to no end. Her skill is ultimately tested again when she and her friends are transported to a dangerous era in the past. Without reading the first book, I was delighted that Book 2 was exceptionally readable as a standalone. I was still able to get the background stories on the characters and made some connection to Book 1. Even though this is young adult fiction, this book would do well with older people because unlike most of the YA authors, Edward Eaton put as much realism as he could in the story without crossing the line. The portrayed fighting scenes and injuries are rough; the relationships between the characters are not all sugar and spice but told in a pragmatic way. The wittiness of the dialogues is uplifting. Rosi Carol is an incredibly well-conceived female protagonist, with a good balance of talent, rationality, grit as well as emotive trait. I did enjoy her banters with her uncle." ~ reviewed by Lit Amri for Readers' Favorite
SERIES
ROSI'S CASTLE (1) • ROSI'S TIME (2) • ROSI'S COMPANY (3)