Dear Awesome Agent,
On Annika Fitzsimmons’s eighteenth birthday, she learns she
is a Traveler--someone born with the ability to move through Past Events and to
change the future for the better. That explains the vivid, excruciatingly
painful visions she's had since she was eight years old, but not the same
blue-eyed boy she sees in each one.
When Nik arrives at the underground compound of Traveler's
City for initiation, she discovers her ability to move through time without the
aid of computers or coordinates is rare--the stuff of legend. Only one fellow
initiate can do the same: Davis, the boy from her visions. Nik and Davis soon
discover they are Bonded, born to Travel together no matter what.
But Traveling is dangerous, and sometimes people die. That’s
what happened to the husband of the charismatic Director of Traveler's City--he
accepted a Final Mission when he learned his death was the only thing that
could convince a key witness to testify against the mob. When Nik and Davis are
repeatedly pulled, against their will, into the same treacherous Events that
caused his death and see the Director there every time, they realize that she’s
trying to bring her husband back from the dead, and it’s their job to stop her.
Now, Nik and Davis must risk their own lives to keep the Director from killing
them, violating Traveler’s Law, and changing Current Events as they know it. As
they discover even more about Traveler’s City, the Bond, and what they truly
mean to each other, they’ll learn just how far someone with power will go to
save the one they love.
THE TRAVELERS is a Young Adult light science fiction novel
complete at 81,000 words and stands alone, with potential for a sequel. Thank
you for taking the time to consider my submission.
Nik forced her eyes to open and flexed her jaw against the
rough carpet fibers of her bedroom floor, wincing when it popped.
Ten years since her father died, and ten years since she’d
been having these episodes, or visions, or whatever they were. Sometimes once
in a month, sometimes twice a week.
They all had three things in common. They only happened at
night. They wracked her body with piercing, all-consuming pain. And in them,
she saw the boy with the blue eyes. Every single time.
She always felt his presence an instant before she saw him.
A thrill ran through her, followed by a delicious warmth. No matter how
terrifying the vision, when she met his gaze, she felt calm, confident, strong.
Too bad she’d never seen him in real life. In the end, he
twisted, confused and distorted, together with the asphalt or dancing
candlelight or sounds of police sirens, into the same thing.
Pain, stabbing at her skin from the inside and invading
every inch of her body, so intense that nothing else mattered.
Nik dragged her still-pounding head from the floor and
glared at the useless pile of medical textbooks that sat on her desk, mocking
her cluelessness. For years, she’d been trying to figure this out. Her blood
pressure and sugar tested fine. No anemia. Three separate EKGs had shown her
perfectly functioning heart.
Narcolepsy could strike at any time of day, but didn’t cause
pain. Epileptic seizures could be painful, but they happened any time, too.
Besides, the MRI had come up with nothing.