Woe is me, woe is me! The acorn's not yet fallen from the tree That's to grow the wood That's to make the cradle That's to rock the babe That's to grow a man That's to lay me to my rest. -Anonymous, "The Ghost's Song"
For Paul ... for whom the future is more than theoretical
Prologue: April 1979 Soon the time traveler would face the necessity of his own death.
"I'm tired," he said. The sun was hot and made him tired and he felt like he'd walked for a very long way.
"Tom Winter thought the secluded cottage in the Pacific Northwest would be the perfect refuge--a place to nurse the wounds of lost love and happiness. But Tom soon discovers that his safe haven is the portal of a tunnel through time. At one end is the present. At the other end--New York City, 1963. His journey back to the early 1960s seems to offer him the chance to start over in a simpler, safer world. But he finds that the tunnel holds a danger far greater than anything he left behind: a human killing machine escaped from a bleak and brutal future, who will do anything to protect the secret passage that he thought was his alone. To preserve his worlds, past and present, Tom Winter must face the terrors of an unknown world to come. "--… (more)