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In the Time of Worms: An Ancient Tale of Marblehead
April 1, 2007, Princess Tides Publishing
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0975588419 9780975588413
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A gripping, time-travel thriller based on actual New England lore and legend.
An homage to 19th century tale-tellers like Stevenson, Melville, and Twain, In the Time of Worms takes you back in more ways than one. The ideal book for all adventure-loving adults and a must for young adult and reluctant-reader book lists.
Set in the antique, seacoast town of Marblehead, Massachusetts, In the Time of Worms is the first person account of Max Blessing, a psychologist from the 20th century who finds himself fighting for his sanity and his life in the 18th Century. Pursuing a mysterious stranger who emerges one night from a hidden door in his home, Blessing and two companions become lost in what they suspect are old smugglers’ tunnels. To their amazement and horror, they emerge to find that they have fallen into the clutches of a desperate band of brigands in the year 1704.
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The dust from the floor of the cave rose in a cloud to the tread of 300 feet and quickly enveloped the moving figures in a golden, silty glow. It soon became an awe-inspiring, animated tableau of almost hypnotic power. How often through the ages had bands of desperate men risen up—just so—and answered a heart-pounding call to battle? How many Celts or Vikings, Highlanders or Huns, Zulus or Saracens, Mongols or Sioux had marched out into the early morning mist toward a waiting enemy just as these men were now doing?
On one hand, my modern sensibilities rejected the base instinct that carried men to the battlefield at all, and yet, even I was not immune to the terrible majesty of the scene before me. As for Burrage, his primordial brain had so overwhelmed his philosophical gentility that I had to remind myself that he was still from my century. His muscles quivered and he strained forward as if being absorbed into the consciousness of the army, which now streamed through the Hub and disappeared down the passageway leading to the ocean. His face took on the look of a hungry man peering at a roast. Even Ditty Gunn could not help but notice the metamorphosis of my friend’s demeanor.
“Easy, laddie,” he chuckled softly. “’Twas in yer soul all along, were it no’? Perhaps ye ’ve a wee dram o’ the thistle in yer blood after all!”
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