Taking your sixteen year old son into northern Syria to do a bit of ‘off the books’ archaeology is not the smartest move, and when it coincides with Daesh’s latest offensive in the region it gets even less smart.
That’s two more people fleeing Daesh’s murderous advance.
“Okay, now’s the time to do a world class impersonation of a rock” said Edward, trying to blink the sweat from his eyes. His heart was hammering like Thor and his stomach was a tumble dryer. He took a deep breath. Why had he brought Luke with him. What a stupid…
At the same time, four SAS troopers are returning with a civilian physicist from a mission to a top secret Syrian government research facility. Flying two helicopters, they are inexplicably ordered to divert to rescue the archaeologist and his son.
“We’ve got two civilians in imminent danger on the ground, we need you to divert, Bravo Alpha Five Three. Over” said Sentinel.
“God’s sake, Sentinel! We’re fifteen minutes from the border. Over” said Rebus.
And then they find themselves thrown back in time to the late Roman Republic.
“I was only trying to be…” started Edward, but then there was a blinding flash that filled the interior of the Chinook. The entire helicopter slammed violently to the side.
“Oh shit!” shouted Freddy, fighting with the controls “Bravo Alpha Five Three, this is Bravo Alpha Five Four, we’re going down… hard!”
There was no response.
Can this small band of disparate characters survive in the ancient world? Can four SAS troopers stand up to the mighty Roman war machine? Will they find their way back to their own time? Why are water-melons yellow? And did they have Snickers bars in Roman times?
This is a fast paced, page-turning story with plenty of plot, but it’s really all about the characters and the humour. Unless you’re immune to laughter, you’d better make sure your medical insurance is up to date. As one reader put it “I laughed so hard I needed a kidney transplant.”
This first novel in the series is a compilation of the newly re-written 12 episodes of the Recoil series – no longer short, but totalling more than 97,000 words.
That’s two more people fleeing Daesh’s murderous advance.
“Okay, now’s the time to do a world class impersonation of a rock” said Edward, trying to blink the sweat from his eyes. His heart was hammering like Thor and his stomach was a tumble dryer. He took a deep breath. Why had he brought Luke with him. What a stupid…
At the same time, four SAS troopers are returning with a civilian physicist from a mission to a top secret Syrian government research facility. Flying two helicopters, they are inexplicably ordered to divert to rescue the archaeologist and his son.
“We’ve got two civilians in imminent danger on the ground, we need you to divert, Bravo Alpha Five Three. Over” said Sentinel.
“God’s sake, Sentinel! We’re fifteen minutes from the border. Over” said Rebus.
And then they find themselves thrown back in time to the late Roman Republic.
“I was only trying to be…” started Edward, but then there was a blinding flash that filled the interior of the Chinook. The entire helicopter slammed violently to the side.
“Oh shit!” shouted Freddy, fighting with the controls “Bravo Alpha Five Three, this is Bravo Alpha Five Four, we’re going down… hard!”
There was no response.
Can this small band of disparate characters survive in the ancient world? Can four SAS troopers stand up to the mighty Roman war machine? Will they find their way back to their own time? Why are water-melons yellow? And did they have Snickers bars in Roman times?
This is a fast paced, page-turning story with plenty of plot, but it’s really all about the characters and the humour. Unless you’re immune to laughter, you’d better make sure your medical insurance is up to date. As one reader put it “I laughed so hard I needed a kidney transplant.”
This first novel in the series is a compilation of the newly re-written 12 episodes of the Recoil series – no longer short, but totalling more than 97,000 words.
