The Tamar Black Saga - Book Three
TEMPUS FUGITIVE
BY NICOLA RHODES
© copyright 2009 Nicola Rhodes
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In the same series
Djinnx’d
Reality Bites
Tempus Fugitive
The Day Before Tomorrow
Faerie Tale
Anything But Ordinary
Rise of the Nephilim
Pantheon
And I saw another mighty angel come down from heaven, clothed with a cloud: and a rainbow was upon his head, and his face was as if it were the sun, and his feet were as pillars of fire: and he had in his hand a little book open: and he set his right foot upon the sea, and his left foot on the earth, and cried with a loud voice, as when a lion roareth: and when he had cried, seven thunders uttered their voices. And when the seven thunders had uttered their voices, I was about to write: and I heard a voice from heaven saying unto me, ‘Seal up those things which the seven thunders uttered, and write them not.’
And the angel which I saw stand upon the sea and upon the earth lifted his hand to heaven, and sware by him that liveth for ever and ever, who created heaven, and the things that therein are, and the earth, and the things that therein are, and the sea, and the things which are therein, that there should be time no longer.
REVELATION. X. 1-6.
The nature of man is evil; his goodness is acquired.
XunZi, Warring States Period.
~ Author’s Preface ~
It is not recommended that you read this story without having read the preceding novels, (for which I can honestly claim world-wide readership – since a copy of ‘Djinnx’d’ was once carried, with the title clearly visible, in the back pocket of chap who went all the way round the world on a folding motor scooter.) However, if you have bought this book because you liked the cover or just picked up this copy on a train, then the next few pages might make what follows slightly less confusing.
The story so far…
Many years ago (around five thousand give or take, but who’s counting?) young Tamar lived in Ancient Greece (Or “Greece”, as it was known then) she found a bottle and released a Djinn (a type of demon, known these days as Genies) who played on her foolish greed and tricked her into taking his place. She wishes for Djinn like powers and gets them, at a price – becoming a Djinn herself and being trapped in the bottle as a slave.
Fast forward five thousand years and Tamar becomes the slave of Denny, who, despite appearances, is a hero. Denny decides to help Tamar free herself, and they embark on a quest together, to find the Djinn who trapped her in the first place.
During the quest Tamar and Denny become close – but not as close as they would have liked, due to the strength of Tamar’s powers, which can kill at a touch.
The quest is ultimately successful. (If you want to know the details, buy the flaming book) and Askphrit (the Djinn) becomes trapped in the bottle again. Tamar retains her Djinn like powers in deference to the laws of wishcraft. Unfortunately, this means that, even though she is now technically human, she and Denny are still unable to be together.
With Tamar’s powers and Denny’s heroic tendencies, they naturally become heroic vigilantes, and together she and Denny embark on a scheme to free all Djinn and make them mortal. But when Tamar decides to free Askphrit in this same manner, without telling Denny what she is doing, the results are catastrophic.
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It is one year later, and Denny begins to have a recurring nightmare, is someone trying to tell him something? In the dream, the world is covered in darkness and people are dying. At the same time, both he and Tamar become aware that they are being distracted from something big that is going on.
When a hostage situation goes wrong, Tamar meets a strange pale man who frightens her, she does not tell Denny why.
Detective Inspector Jack Stiles is being followed by a mysterious hooded stranger, whom a Cabal of unknown origin has sent after him. When a team of marauding vampires captures him, the mysterious stranger rescues him and is revealed to be a girl with extraordinary powers. They are pretty much in the middle of nowhere and have to make their way back on foot through a snowy and mountainous region.
Denny is alone, Tamar having gone away on a mission. He is worried about her; she should have been back by now.
He sets off to try to find her and has an adventure of his own. He is captured by vampires and taken to an old house in the middle of the countryside, which is mysteriously shrouded in darkness for about a mile around. Here he finds a great treasure; a demon-forged dagger called an Athame, which he uses to escape. This Athame gives him demonic powers, similar to Tamar’s but not as strong – Tamar’s powers are also technically demonic. He uses the Athame to get back home.
Meanwhile Tamar has revealed to Stiles who she really is, and they have discovered from a captured vampire that Stiles is under sentence of death by the vampire god Ran-Kur. She has also worked out that they are trapped somehow in an alternate reality, with no way to get out. Nevertheless, she teleports them to Denny’s London flat to prove her point.
Denny, sensing their presence because of the Athame uses his new gift to release them, but he does not tell them that it was he who did it. Nor does he mention the Athame to them at all.
Denny then starts exhibiting some uncharacteristic behaviour, when it becomes apparent to him that Stiles has a crush on Tamar, for example, the usually laid back and gentle Denny threatens to kill him. He does, however, find the prophecy relating to Stiles, which implicates him in the destruction of all vampires. This would tend to explain why they want him dead. He also discovers a way to kill a god, after they decide that with Ran-Kur gone the threat to Stiles will be lifted, since the vampires are under his control.
At this point, the pale man who worried Tamar reappears and reveals that he is a vampire called Peirce. He tells them that he does not believe in the prophecy and that he thinks it is just a method of control that someone is using. He does not believe in Ran-Kur either; he wants to help, he says. They do not trust him and trap him in a bottle when he dematerialises into smoke.
In order to kill Ran-Kur they have to find a mythological creature known as the “Purple Hart”. Denny comes across this information in another mysterious dream.
Thus, using information found on the magical Internet, they set off on a quest. On the way, they pick up a witch, Cindy, whom they found earlier, in case they needed a witch to summon Hecaté the goddess of witches to help them kill Ran-Kur. They summoned her without Cindy’s help. But Hecaté refused to help.
They need Cindy now, as the quest begins with the search for the old witch of the caves, and only a witch knows how to find her.
In the caves, the old witch sends Tamar, Stiles and Cindy on the quest but refuses Denny. After they have gone, Denny uses the Athame to kill the witch and take her power. He then goes back to the world, which is by now plunged into darkness, just like in his dream. Vampires are roaming the streets at will and Denny divides his time between hunting them down and killing them, and gathering ingredients for another summoning spell to use on Ran-Kur when the others return.
While on the quest they meet an assortment of weird beings including a shape shifter called Eugene, who they take along with them.
The quest completed, Tamar summons Ran-Kur and dispatches him, almost losing her own life in the process.
They then realise that something is wrong. The darkness has not lifted; the power behind it is still out there.
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sp; They decide that the power must reside in the house that Denny was taken to, and they release Peirce so that he can lead them there.
He leads them through an invisible portal that vampires use to travel, and they break into the house, with Cindy’s help. She calls upon Hecaté to break the darkness and scatter the vampires, who, obviously, do not do well in sunlight. The others are impressed, but Cindy admits that it was not her own power that did it.
Once inside, they find some grisly dungeons populated by humans. It is, according to Peirce, a sort of larder. In one of the cells, they find, to their surprise, that Hecaté is imprisoned. The, chains forged by Hephaestus, hold her and even the Athame cannot break them. Stiles offers to stay with her.
Hecaté tells them that it was not she who answered their summons and that she has been chained up by the one the vampires call “The Master” for many months.
Tamar and Denny realise that they have been duped.
Following Peirce they enter the great hall and confront “The Master” who Tamar recognises as none other than Askphrit himself.
Denny then turns on Tamar, plunging the Athame into her heart and draining her power. He ranges himself by Askphrit who imprisons Tamar in a magical cage before beginning his dénouement.
He explains how, after 30 years as a miserable mortal, brooding on his wrongs, he found a sorcerer to send him back in time. This sorcerer had obtained the codes to mainframe, the core of the universal matrix. Askphrit took the codes and killed the sorcerer. He then went back to find his former self and cut a deal to regain his powers. This action caused a major split in reality. In one, vampires flourished under the leadership of Askphrit posing as Ran-Kur, while in the other, they dwindled away. While in the past, Askphrit wrote the prophecy relating to Stiles in order to lure Tamar into killing the real Ran-Kur, thus transferring his god like status to Askphrit. The Athame he had obtained in order to give to Denny in order to corrupt him. It had to be him, as the only person Tamar trusted enough to let him get near enough to destroy her. Askphrit knew he did not have the power to do this himself.
At this point, Denny turns on Askphrit and plunges the Athame into his heart. The cage around Tamar vanishes and she is, rather confusingly, revealed to be Denny. Denny turns into Tamar; they had glamoured into each other, Tamar explains.
Firstly, the Athame had not corrupted Denny for long, because Tamar had discovered it and had taken it away to be blessed.
They had become each other in order to lure Askphrit into a false sense of security, leaving Tamar free to deal with him, while he believed his plan had worked.
At this point, the thwarted and enraged Askphrit makes a break for it. He escapes into the past, using his knowledge of the codes to mainframe. Without the codes, Tamar and Denny are helpless to go after him.
Although he has now lost his Djinn powers, he is still a god, and capable of causing a lot of trouble in the past.
Tamar and Denny decide to stay on in the house instead of returning to London. Part of the reason for this is to see if they cannot find the codes to mainframe and go after him.
I told you, you should have read the other books.
Now, if you can be bothered, read on…
For Jen, who can always be bothered to read on.
~ Prologue ~
To call the room badly lit was like saying that the past is behind us – pretty obvious really. But it all depends on your point of view.
The shady characters around the table did not think the room badly lit. As far as they were concerned, it was just the right amount of lit. They were aware, also, that the past is not necessarily behind us – not if you have the codes to the archives of history in the mainframe of the universal matrix. And somebody did. A dangerous lunatic, who would cause no end of trouble if he were not stopped, and there was only one person who could do it.’
‘We have no choice,’ said the tall thin man, who was clearly leading the meeting. (You could tell by his authoritative manner – and his funny hat.)
‘We have to give her the codes so that she can go after him.’
There was a chorus of dissent; these were cautious men – if they were men
‘We cannot.’
‘We must not.’
‘It is not for us to interfere.’
The thin man waved a hand for silence. ‘We have already interfered,’ he said, ‘now we must help to put things right. Think! Imagine the damage he will do. Why, he might destroy the world. Do you think he would care? All he cares about is his revenge on she who took away his powers as a Djinn and destroyed his plans. He will do anything to achieve his objective, and we are to blame. We are the ones who let this thing get out of hand. Had we not played his game for him, he would never have got this far.’
There were some murmurs of agreement.
‘We sent her after him. Because of us, she killed the vampire’s god, the one they called Ran-Kur, and transferred his power to the lunatic. We allowed him to fool her because we allowed him to fool us – us!’ he thundered. ‘And by God, we are going to help her to stop him. Tamar Black is our only hope now.’
One figure tentatively raised a hand. ‘Um …?’
‘Yes Sligo, what is it?’
‘Well sir, it’s just that … er – well the thing is, we were wondering, you see, do we really think that she is the best person for the job? She’s so impulsive, you see,’ he paused nervously and looked around for backup. He got none. The leader looked at him in thunderous silence. He gulped and plunged on. ‘All I meant was that, well, last time she made so many mistakes …’
‘The mistakes were ours also, Sligo, as I believe I have already pointed out.’
‘Yes sir, quite! But then she got mortals involved, sir, rather irresponsible we, er – I thought,’
‘You thought so, did you?’ the leader frowned. Sligo cowered. The others tried to look as if they had nothing to do with anything at all, in any way whatsoever and had never seen the unfortunate Sligo in their lives before.
‘All right, all right,’ said the leader, ‘now listen to me, if you are referring to the involvement of the policeman, Stiles. He was already involved, if you remember? She rescued him from the vampires that our lunatic friend had sent after him. He wrote the prophecy himself. A fact that even we did not pick up on until it was too late. If you are referring to the unfortunate involvement of the witch – well we all make mistakes. Besides, it turned out well enough. In any event, I do not intend to justify my decision to you. Indeed no other choice is before us. She is the only one who can do it, and, more importantly, she is the only one who will.’
‘But, how do we know she will go after him?’
‘She will. She will have no choice. If she does not, he will take his revenge. It has already begun.’
PART ONE: TIME HOPPING
~ Chapter One ~
Bombs were whistling down from the sky. The streets were deserted. ‘Very prudent,’ the stranger thought. However, it would not be difficult to make it seem like an accident.
This suited his sense of style; a murder was such an untidy thing, so completely without finesse. In any case, the people who counted would see his hand in what had happened.
Yes, this was much better, so much more elegant and satisfactory. Now he just had to find his man.
He was probably in a bomb shelter somewhere; he was a cowardly type, hadn’t he avoided the draft? Very different from his descendant – that cursed nuisance.
Now the only question was: was it a communal bomb shelter or a private one? He headed out to the man’s address to find out.
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‘I think that’s about it,’ said Denny with satisfaction.
‘The house looks beautiful,’ agreed Tamar. ‘You wouldn’t think it was the same place.’
‘Well, letting some sunlight in didn’t hurt.’
‘It should look good; it took long enough. I don’t know why you insisted on doing it all manually, though, even the garden.’
‘What else did we have to do? Besides it’s more satisfying to do it yourself, it gives you a sense of accomplishment.’
‘Don’t preach, admit it, you were just bored.’
‘We should have a housewarming party,’ he said, changing the subject.
‘For our vast number of friends?’ she said, sarcastically.
‘Well, there’s Jack and Hecaté, and Cindy and Eugene, and we should invite the neighbours, from the village down there. After all, we did rid the place of all the vampires – they should be pleased to welcome us. Besides, that’s what a housewarming is for, to meet your new neighbours.’
‘You’re really enjoying this aren’t you?’
‘What?’
‘Having a home of your own.’
‘Yeah, why not, aren’t you?’
Tamar smiled sheepishly. ‘Yes, I am I suppose,’ she admitted. ‘Okay, a party. But I’m not doing the catering without using magic, I’m sick of doing everything the mortal way, it’s so slow.’
They wandered out into their new garden. You could tell that Tamar had cheated a bit out here; the cypresses were too perfect, and anyway, they had not been there a week ago. Neither had the weeping willows or the pond. The truth was Tamar had used a good deal of magic to make the house and garden both look better, in much the same way as she made herself look like a supermodel. Her own face, the one she had been born with, had not seen the light of day for many thousands of years, and she liked it that way. Vanity was definitely her favourite besetting sin, that and a love of comfort and a strong belief in her own good taste. Their former abode, Denny’s grotty London flat had been a work of art by the time she had finished wiggling her perfect nose. Denny was inclined to be indulgent; he had been a slacker since before there had been a word for it, and he could not have cared less about the state of the bathroom, or his own appearance. But if she wanted a designer life, he was not bothered about that either, as long as he did not have to do anything, and just so long as she did not try to tidy him up too much.
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