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Shadows Fall Away by Kit Forbes
Publication Date: September 23, 2014
Publisher: Month9Books
Mark
Stewart is one incident away from becoming a juvenile delinquent, and
his parents have had enough. They ship Mark off to London England to
stay with his eccentric aunt Agatha who is obsessed with all things Jack
the Ripper. After a strange twist of luck, Mark is struck by lightning,
and he wakes to find himself in 1888 Victorian London.
His
interest in a string of murders Scotland Yard has yet to solve make him
a likely suspect. After all, why would a young boy like Mark know so
much about the murders? Could he be the ripper they’ve been searching
for? Convinced the only way to get back home is to solve the murders,
Mark dives headfirst into uncovering the truth.
Mark’s
only distraction comes in the form of the beautiful Genie Trembly, a
girl who is totally out of his league and who may have already caught
the attention of the infamous ripper. To save her, he’ll endanger both
their lives, and risk being trapped in the past forever.
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About the Author
Kit
Forbes has been a lover of books, history, and all things paranormal
for as long as she can remember. She lives in Western Pennsylvania with
her youngest daughter and an assortment of cats who give new meaning to
the world bizarre.
You’d think a mom would give her son—her only son—a break after he’d
been through what I’d been through. You’d think that but you obviously
don’t know my mom.
People think my dad is the family harda** by virtue of being a police detective, and they’re mostly right; but when Mom gets a bug up her butt, she can stare down the biggest, baddest thug on the block and send him off with a smack to the head.
I know, because that thug was a former acquaintance of mine, a foot taller and at least 60 pounds heavier but he didn’t ever mess with Mom.
And that’s why I’m sitting on a day just made for chilling in the sun at Point State Park “flexing my writing muscles” before I write my college application essay. Mom suggested that I do a sort of travelogue about Olde London, but really, who wants to read that sh*t? Instead, I’ll give you something you can use should you ever find yourself zapped back a century and a half.
Ten Things Mark Stewart Hated about 1888 London
10. Sanitation or rather the lack thereof. Holy crap, the amount of actual crap you could accidentally step in was unreal. Sure the guys who had to clean the muck from the carriage horses made a living but, damn.
I won’t even get into what you might step or fall in the back alleys of Whitechapel. Trust me, you don’t want to know. Way too nasty for me in the absence of antibiotics. (Hey, Mom is a nurse as well as a writer, I know what kind of nasty lurks in waste of the world.)
9. The clothes. After a week in the past I was ready to bow down to the greatness that was Chuck Taylor and whoever invented cargo shorts. I can count on one hand the times I willingly put on a shirt, tie, and dress shoes in 2014. But back in the day that’s all there was if you wanted to be even remotely “respectable” looking.. On the flip side I can’t deny that the ladies looked fine in their corsets and swishy dresses.
8. Shaving. You know how in those old photos all the Victorian guys has beards? There’s a reason for that and that reason is: Keeping your head attached firmly to your neck.
Sure, the whole safety razor thing existed, only the guys I was around in 1888 didn’t seem to know or care.
Add to that the fact that I remember when Mom got dad to try and use a big straight razor so she could describe it from a male character’s viewpoint. It was a real good thing she’d trained as an ER nurse.
7. Indoor plumbing. Do I really need a reason why not having hot and cold running water and flush toilets everywhere was a pain?
6. Electricity not ruling the world. Dark and atmospheric Time <--(no 'e' here) Burton movies are fun to watch but living in one is not something I recommend.
5. No TV.
4. No Internet.
3. No cell phone.
How the hell did people ever live without these things?
2. Not being treated like a kid. Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know every teenager wants nothing more than to stop being treated like a dumba** kid who can’t make their own decisions.
But really, knowing that you can always sneak back into a soft, warm, bug free bed and raid the fridge for leftovers is a long way from not having dime pence one and having to figure out how to put a roof over your head and something, anything into your stomach. And the absolute top of the list that kept me from getting a decent night’s sleep more times than anyone will ever know:
1. Genie Trambley and thinking how I’d feel once I was home where I belonged, knowing Genie was still there and probably letting the expectations of society hook her up with a guy who couldn’t possibly understand or appreciate her.
People think my dad is the family harda** by virtue of being a police detective, and they’re mostly right; but when Mom gets a bug up her butt, she can stare down the biggest, baddest thug on the block and send him off with a smack to the head.
I know, because that thug was a former acquaintance of mine, a foot taller and at least 60 pounds heavier but he didn’t ever mess with Mom.
And that’s why I’m sitting on a day just made for chilling in the sun at Point State Park “flexing my writing muscles” before I write my college application essay. Mom suggested that I do a sort of travelogue about Olde London, but really, who wants to read that sh*t? Instead, I’ll give you something you can use should you ever find yourself zapped back a century and a half.
Ten Things Mark Stewart Hated about 1888 London
10. Sanitation or rather the lack thereof. Holy crap, the amount of actual crap you could accidentally step in was unreal. Sure the guys who had to clean the muck from the carriage horses made a living but, damn.
I won’t even get into what you might step or fall in the back alleys of Whitechapel. Trust me, you don’t want to know. Way too nasty for me in the absence of antibiotics. (Hey, Mom is a nurse as well as a writer, I know what kind of nasty lurks in waste of the world.)
9. The clothes. After a week in the past I was ready to bow down to the greatness that was Chuck Taylor and whoever invented cargo shorts. I can count on one hand the times I willingly put on a shirt, tie, and dress shoes in 2014. But back in the day that’s all there was if you wanted to be even remotely “respectable” looking.. On the flip side I can’t deny that the ladies looked fine in their corsets and swishy dresses.
8. Shaving. You know how in those old photos all the Victorian guys has beards? There’s a reason for that and that reason is: Keeping your head attached firmly to your neck.
Sure, the whole safety razor thing existed, only the guys I was around in 1888 didn’t seem to know or care.
Add to that the fact that I remember when Mom got dad to try and use a big straight razor so she could describe it from a male character’s viewpoint. It was a real good thing she’d trained as an ER nurse.
7. Indoor plumbing. Do I really need a reason why not having hot and cold running water and flush toilets everywhere was a pain?
6. Electricity not ruling the world. Dark and atmospheric Time <--(no 'e' here) Burton movies are fun to watch but living in one is not something I recommend.
5. No TV.
4. No Internet.
3. No cell phone.
How the hell did people ever live without these things?
2. Not being treated like a kid. Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know every teenager wants nothing more than to stop being treated like a dumba** kid who can’t make their own decisions.
But really, knowing that you can always sneak back into a soft, warm, bug free bed and raid the fridge for leftovers is a long way from not having dime pence one and having to figure out how to put a roof over your head and something, anything into your stomach. And the absolute top of the list that kept me from getting a decent night’s sleep more times than anyone will ever know:
1. Genie Trambley and thinking how I’d feel once I was home where I belonged, knowing Genie was still there and probably letting the expectations of society hook her up with a guy who couldn’t possibly understand or appreciate her.
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