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Edge Of Yesterday
Third Voyage Of The Time Beings Trilogy
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ISBN-10: 1-77115-429-2
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Genre: Dark Fantasy/Fantasy/SF
eBook Length: 126 Pages
Published: October 2018

From inside the flap

At the end of the second voyage humanity appeared doomed to extinction caused by a global superpox pandemic. Now, the world’s original superheroes confront Kali the demoness as she steers history toward the Cataclysm by taking possession of the most infamous mass murderers of the twentieth century, Adolf Hitler of the Jewish genocide, Talaat Pasha of the Armenian genocide, Pol Pot of the Cambodian genocide, and King Leopold the Butcher of Congo, as well as other demagogues.

In the third and final installment of the trilogy, Time Beings III: Edge of Yesterday by Andrew J. West, our heroes—Hanuman the monkey general, Vibhisana the seer and Kalika the Goddess of Time—travel to the edge of yesterday in a desperate attempt to undo the work of the demoness and save humanity from self-inflicted extinction.

“In this installment, the trilogy reaches its crescendo,” said the author. “In Forward to the Past and The Wrath of Kali readers encountered important persons from the Age of Discovery and ancient history. In this final voyage, readers experience twists given to modern events, many that have occurred in living memory.”

Apart from this trilogy, Andrew J. West has written extensively for Bangkok Post as well as authoring The Money Tree (2018), Thai Neotraditional Art (2015, now in second printing) and Destiny to Imagination: Prateep Kochabua (2013).

Edge Of Yesterday (Excerpt)


Chapter One

The Base

The smoke-racked eyes of a young woman glint ruby-red against the bright blue sky as she clings to the window ledge of a burning tower with a young man clasping the window frame behind her. They glance downward with dread from their perilous perch at the tumult in the streets far below and upward in horror as others hanging out windows in the floors above lose their grip and plummet past.

"Can we climb up?" stammers the young woman.

"There's no way," answers the young man spluttering on black smoke billowing out the window, forcing him to crouch down as best he can beside the young woman who turns and removes a hand from the window frame and pulls him to her breast: they share an impassioned kiss as the roaring flames raging inside the skyscraper reach their floor.

"I'm sorry," she laments.

"Don't be. There's nothing to be sorry for."

"I should have told you how I felt."

"I knew."

"I would have left him for you."

"You're with me now."

The intense heat becomes so unbearable she lets go of the sill altogether and holds him tightly with both arms. "I'm afraid. We could have had the rest of our lives together."

"We will," he replies in a voice now calm and lets go of the frame. Falling, they do not scream, but hurtle earthward in silence in each other's arms, refusing to let each other go as they tumble, appearing suspended in eternity against the backdrop of the burning building's steel and glass facade, plunging as one to the pavement.

Vibhisana the seer and Hanuman the monkey general stare transfixed by the pair through the viewing window of the vimana, the pyramidal flying ship invisible to the world. "We must save this fair-tressed maiden and winsome buck in the bloom of their youths from dark fate!" Hanuman declares, leaping up from the couch and making haste toward the hatchway.

"Verily we must, my most valorous companion," replies Vibhisana. "But we cannot reveal ourselves to those watching below."

The monkey general pauses at the hatchway. "Perchance 'tis time for the world to know of our presence… Vibhisana, how canst thou remainest unmoved? We cannot let such love perish thusly!"

"My friend, we must restrain ourselves for the nonce. Before we save even a single life we must first bear witness to the entire atrocity if we are to learn how best to bring salvation to the thousands of innocent souls who perish upon this morning. Lookest not, Hanuman. Turnest thine attention southward."

The monkey general reluctantly returns to the viewing window as a silver speck appears to shine low on the horizon to the south. "Is it the morning star?" he asks.

"Nay, my friend, 'tis a vimana."

"A vimana of war?"

"Nay, but 'tis being used as such."

The airliner gathers speed as it races headlong toward the towers.

"The pilot flieth recklessly, with wanton disregard for the lives of those on-board and those on the ground alike," remarks the monkey general as the plane closes in on the two monoliths that dominate the surrounding metropolis.

"The flyer of the vimana is no pilot, but hath hijacked the craft."

"'Hijacked'? What dost thou meanest?"

"The craft hath been seized."

"By Kali the demoness?"

"The evil hand of the demoness surely lies behind the dark fate about to befall those aboard that vimana, but I know not who she hath mounted. That we shall shortly attempt to uncover."

From the perspective of the semi-divine devas, the plane disappears behind the towers as it heads from the south reminding the devas of the sharpened shaft of an archer loosed at an unwitting quarry, in this case the second, southernmost tower, but instead of reappearing a moment later to the north, a terrible fireball blasts from the flank of the stricken skyscraper. The monkey general bares his sharp incisors.

The devas are heartened as a dauntless host of stout firefighting men and women and other brave souls rushing to the scene to lend what aid they might, as the people wail and shed tears for the guiltless slain. But the gallant efforts of the lionhearted rescuers are all but in vain, as first the south tower suddenly gives way and collapses in upon itself, followed by the north tower, arousing loud cries of yet more lamentation among the people who are enveloped in a gray cloud of thick ash and dust that sweeps through the streets, blanketing all in its wake.

"Let us travel southwest of here to the capital city of this land, Washington, to witness the second prong of this unprecedented attack," says Vibhisana. He chants a mantra and Kalika does as requested, arriving at a pentagon-shaped building as a third vimana plows into one of its five sides.

"Let us now wing our way northwest and move into the future slightly to bear witness to the fourth and final act of this monstrous symphony of destruction," says Vibhisana. He again repeats a mantra and Kalika transports them to the skies above a rural setting where a fourth airliner spins out of control, turns upside-down and slams into an empty field, killing all souls on-board but not one on the ground.

"This attack hath been thwarted," remarks the monkey general.

Vibhisana picks up the book they had "borrowed" from the local library of a small mid-western town at the end of their last voyage titled History of the World and flips through a few pages. "Yea, it sayeth that the passengers rose up against the hijackers who were forced to crash the plane before arriving at their target."

"And who doth the book sayeth were these hijackers?"

"It sayeth the organization behind the attack is called 'The Base,' a band of warriors who claim to fight in the name of the Muslim religion."

"Muslim?"