Usborne Time Traveler Books 소설 & 이야기

"I don't understand." Neither did I. Order leaned over the page. His silver eyes carefully followed the notes written in the margins. "Wait..." He flipped another page. Then another. "I think this is explained elsewhere." Within seconds three more books floated toward him. The Spirit King searched silently before stopping at a section labeled Temporal Gifts. "There." Hunter immediately began reading aloud. "Time Movement does not truly manipulate time." He frowned. "That's... misleading." Order nodded. "It functions similarly to teleportation." Pamela looked even more confused.

Zia Stephanie's POV I felt like time begun to lose its meaning. The passage of time felt like it was heavenly distorted where space time worked into different scale on the other dimension. What should only be a few minutes seemed like I had endured dew hours and what might feel like small width of time could be extensive.

I let the rainbow colours come again. The Here and Now It's taken way too long to get to Tim's home, back from my trip to the lake. “Hey Alex, nice to have you back. Susan will drop by in a moment to discuss something about the band, but we've got some time right now.” Tim cheerfully greets me at the door. I run past him to the bookcase. And on the way I yell, "Do you still have the book The Time Machine?" "No sorry, I lost it a long time ago. Otherwise I would have already given it to you when you started about time travel.”

The robot landed as calmly as though it was the creator of time, itself. “That was breathtaking!” exclaimed Harrison before his eyes actually froze to his surrounding. “Did it. . . did it actually work?” said Joce as she pulled herself up. Anderson smiled as he was able to learn from his first experience time traveling, so he could avoid landing casually as before. Looking down on his wrist, he exclaimed, “get yourself in good shape, we don't have time.” “What? You said we've got all the time, yourself!” voiced Harry. “This is different, the time we were given by Time is very short from the death of my mum. We've got to get things we could use in saving her.”

What are these people saying? Did I...somehow...fall back seven years of my life? Time travel? I turned to the familiar row of books on the small bookshelf. It was mostly science books, and I ran to them, opening the first one I could grab. Nothing. Then only something about the theory of relativity in the second. Then the third had an article. The writer of the article was in the top left corner of the page, and in it, he was talking about how he believes it is fully possible to bend time and pass through, letting yourself in through different horizons, at time either long past, or never experienced.

I found it, I said and pulled out a book. I hold a book, The Time Traveler’s Wife. The cover of the book shows a girl wearing black knee length dress and black school shoes with long white socks. And beside the girl is what looks like a red picnic cloth, with neatly folded man’s clothes and shoes on top of it. I paused for a while and stared at the cover of the book. Henry uncontrollably travels back and forth through time. He cannot choose the time and place he would like to travel to. Will I even know if I travel to the past or the future?

She asked cheerfully. "Evan Lynch." Over the next few days, Hannah and I actively tried to figure out the rules of this time-space distortion phenomenon. But the more we investigated, the more confused we became. Sometimes, something placed in one spot would disappear the next second, but if we put something in the exact same place again, nothing would happen. This time-space distortion seemed completely random. It appeared without warning, and the size of the objects it transferred was random too. But there were still some patterns.