The Spirit of Time

Sarah Marsden is one character that ties together Time and Spirit: the Wayfarers Stories


Sarah Marsden is a young woman suddenly without a home because some bomb-happy quisling decided that he needed to blow her house up!

Our fair maiden Sarah; she ends Spirit: A Wayfarers Story. That same comely blond Sarah? Well, she begins Time: A Wayfarers Story, the next book in the series after Spirit. While her part in Spirit is for the most part mysterious, she becomes the central character in Time.

The Wayfarers stories are a series, but each title can stand alone as a singular tale. The reading of them from Fortress to Time would provide a chronicling of events and a timeline, all within the framework of a consistent theme. Still, each tale can stand on its own no matter what order the reader consumes them. And yet, having said that, this author would strongly recommend reading Spirit and then moving right into Time. 

The two stories are connected, without me having intended it that way. Time picks up the gritty, edgy, and at times heartrending End-Times tale and carries it to the next stop in present and future history. Our once enigmatic and then fully exposed Sarah is the centerpiece, and we need know whether or not she makes it to the safety and shelter of the the rustic safehouse.

Read Spirit first and then Time, because I'm pulling for Sarah and I hope you will be too! (Well, okay, I know what happens because I penned it!)

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