Publisher: Burst/ Champagne Books
Date of Publication: June 01, 2015
Word Count: 20,000
Formats available: eBook, PDF
Cover Artist: Ellie Smith
didn’t really believe the story the Man told him, Just take a sip and
speak a year. He whimsically chose a historic event to witness. Little
did he know he would become part of that history. Faster than you can
say Teithwyr Amser our man Mitchell is chasing a bona fide assassin not
only across America but across time.
Amber Prelude will require
Mitchell to travel from the America he knows to France and Africa. He
will travel to decades and centuries he is unfamiliar with. Mitchell
will chase authentic villains and make historic friends, all in an
attempt to set history back the way he remembers.
anticipated nothing happening. I began by sitting at the old wooden
table feeling numb. My expectations extended to looking for shelter the
following morning. Maybe I would move under a bridge for a short time;
maybe I would do something much worse to myself.
nightmarish combination of a manic and depressed person was all I had
been until the vial. It continued for months, and I expected it to
continue forever. What I didn’t expect was a twisting feeling in my
chest and lower abdomen. It wasn’t painful, just an unusual feeling. I
didn’t expect the room to blur. I blinked several times, but it wasn’t
my eyes; the room was blurry. Soon the room ceased to exist.
had not spent long hours considering the year I would move to. I
flippantly selected 1963. It would give me almost ten years before my
birth moment and I vanished from the universe forever. The Man was
specific about not existing past my birth moment. It would give me a
chance to see some of the most tumultuous years in America, civil rights
marches, hippies, the moon landing. My choice of year would give me a
chance to stand at Dealey Plaza and personally see if there was a second
shooter. It was a shallow choice, but it was the best I could come up
first thought as the world congealed around me was that I had said
something wrong. Had I said 1863? It was night. The stars above me were
crisp and clear. Sagebrush surrounded me in all directions. Gone were
the smells of the city. My senses absorbed a clean, fresh smell. This
was how I remembered the world use to be. A scrub oak blended with the
evening shadows just a few feet to my right. To my left was a light in
the distance, a campfire. The flames created dancing shadows on the two
trees surrounding the fire. Someone sat next to the fire, stirring the
flames, sparks rising into the starry sky.
walked toward the fire. I didn’t see that I had any choice; every other
direction was pitch-black. Halfway there he rose from his place at the
fire and raised his left hand above his head.
time, Mitchell,” he yelled. “I’ve been waiting here for damn near three
days.” “Come on in. I’m sure you have questions, son.”
got over my initial anxiety of the twinkle man and sat on the far side
of the fire. We had been sitting before the fire for fewer than five
minutes. I was dazed, confused, and overwhelmed. Less than an hour ago, I
was sitting in a dingy, two-bit hotel room.
here I was, in some large expanse of desert in the company of someone
who looked like Ray Teal, that quintessential sheriff on so many TV
westerns and movies. He wore standard blue jeans, a simple button-front
dress shirt, and a light-gray jacket. This twinkle man had a slouch hat,
not exactly cowboy, but not a fedora either. He was half a foot shorter
than me, stockier, and a minimum of twenty-five-years older, if I had
to guess his age. There was salt and pepper stubble covering his face.
His voice was deeper than mine, but not so deep that I envied it.
answers were rapid-fire, no pauses or measurable moments that I would
have considered creative thinking. He was either telling the truth or
extremely well prepared for my random questions. I tried to think of the
relevant questions I should ask. The standard ones, who, what, when,
where, seemed a good place to start.
now, that’s an obvious answer to a poorly considered, ill-thought out
question.” He shook his head. “You took a drink from that vial you have
tucked away in your jacket pocket.”
sudden gust of wind caused me to wrap my windbreaker tighter around my
body. Maybe it wasn’t the night air. I was a little hurt. It wasn’t an
attempt at sounding stupid; just understand what had happened to me.
that’s complicated.” He answered this question more slowly. He was
thinking more and not just responding. “My name is Gil, Gil Seward. I
got a letter just a few days ago. It asked me to come here and see if
you’d appear. The letter said to just wait here a while and see if you
drank from the vial or not. If you did, I’m supposed to help you out a
little. Get you started and send you on your way.”
was someone I owed a favor. I haven’t seen him for a long time. He
isn’t someone you need to know. Forget him. I don’t know why he decided
to give you his vial. He just did.”
Gil,” I said, using his name for the first time. “Why the hell do you
sparkle? You look like some creation by Industrial Light, a special
effect in a vampire or science fiction movie.”
all about that,” he laughed. “You sparkle too. You just can’t see it.
You started as soon as you drank from the vial. All Amser will sparkle.”
started to say something, but the look on his face made me stop. I
hoped that ‘for now’ meant there would be more answers in the future.
wasn’t a rational decision. Who would believe this would really work? I
figured I’d see something special, something historic. Dallas and the
Kennedy assassination was a significant event in my life. All the other
conspiracy theories I remember while growing up could never surpass this
one event. Standing on the grassy knoll and knowing beyond a doubt if
there was or wasn’t a second shooter seemed as good an idea as any.”
Man said I couldn’t live past my birth moment. That was another reason I
came here. That gives me several years to live before that time.”
have it all wrong, Mitchell. You can use that vial repeatedly. Just
refill it. You can travel to any year, any time, as often as you want,
as many times as you want. You’re not stuck in this year or decade
an early age, Kevin B. Henry was a voracious reader. His collection of
science fiction, fantasy and mystery books bring tears of envy to the
eyes of many small community libraries.
has worked as an educator, technology specialist and day laborer most
of his adult life. During all that time he lived the life of a
frustrated author. That it took 30 years for him to piece together the
series, Amber Gifts is a testament that the best meals need slow cooking
to bring out the flavor.
Amber Gifts Series begins with Amber Gifts. The second story, which is
really the first, is Amber Prelude, and is available now. The third
story, Amber Legacy continues where Amber Gifts left off. It will be
available in November 2015. All are published by the wonderful folks at
the Champagne Book Group. A fourth story is in the process of being
is a natural story teller, so it’s logical that he lectures
occasionally. Topics range from the implementation of cutting edge
technology hardware to the creation, modification and use of e-books
within education. He constantly pursues research to expand his range of
possible topics. His most recent research revolved around the
aerodynamic properties of reindeer. He’s also been known to include
little known facts and trivia within his presentations. Did you know
just 146 years ago today the Union Army marched into Atlanta. It took
longer than anticipated. They were delayed by a traffic jam on I-75 and
the toll booth on Ga. 400