Shifts in Time
Ray Smith is a single father, Canadian best-selling author, Carleton University educated, an ex-military officer, entrepreneur and real estate and advertising guru. He has submerged himself in Internet businesses including writing. A firm believer in fitness and living life to its fullest, Ray loves to travel and works out five days a week on his body and seven days a week on his mind.
Love the story, and the characters
Wow – breathtaking. The action moves the story at a fast pace. Book 2 is my favorite because it continues with the same characters. Cassandra is the character I love the most and understand why book 3 is based on her. I can see this series as a movie. Hoping a big studio finds this author for I can watch it all again. Waiting for book 4 cause I am hooked!
5/5 Dee from Hamilton, Canada.
From the Editor
I cannot wait to get my foxy paws on book 4. All three to date have been an absolute pleasure to edit… excellent word crafting and tale weaving, superb characters, amazing scene setting.
“The complexity of your characters and your timelines would cause many writers the unfortunate mishap of error and confusion; you master it with aplomb and style.”
Murray Ray Smith
“As an author, I enjoy creating story ideas, to brainstorm and then, make them a reality. I travel so I bring my iPad everywhere I go and my novels have become my passion. I hope you enjoy them as much as I do. I am very excited about the third novel in this series. It is my best work ever. I have always wanted to create or invent a superhero and it happened naturally in this series as if it wrote itself.
A love story stronger than Twilight and I did not see it coming...
Shifts in Time is a series of titles of stand-alone novels. They will continue to be available online as they are completed.
1. Shifts in Time 1: The Escape
2. Shifts in Time 2: The Offspring
3. Shifts in Time 3: Are you a Superhero?
4. Shifts in Time 4: Marcus (Released date Nov 2019)
Shifts in Time 2: The Offspring
Hunted by time travelers, a boy, a human and half alien is discovering who he is and what he is. With powers of telekenisis, telepathy, and shapeshifting, his mother, the human part of his gentics, is afraid of him. This delicate balance of love and fear are building blocks of this sci-fi adventure.
Shifts in Time 3: Are You a Superhero? Book 3 releases a superhero that has never been seen before. This alien hybrid is a shapeshifter with very unique powers. A time traveling ship, world espionage and a new enemy revealed in this sci-fi suspenseful thriller. The characters come to life in every page. The plots drives forward at a fast speed and there are surprises in every chapter. It will be a book that you will tell your friends to read. Shifts in Time 3: Are you a Superhero is the one you have been waiting for.
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The Offspring : Chapter One
DEEP IN SPACE, THE DRACO GALAXY
DEEP IN SPACE, THE DRACO GALAXY
“Standing with her eyes closed, Tori, with her soft wavy red hair hanging past her shoulders, brought the large ship to within inches of the planet's cratered surface. They were in the Draco Galaxy. Operating the huge craft, it maneuvered through a spin, just missing the jutting outcrops of rocks. She was pushing both the ship's capabilities and herself to the limit.
O’Neil sat in the Captain’s chair. It was a healthy competitiveness between two of his crew members but it was hard to let go. He had faith in Tori but that didn’t stop him from saying a silent prayer every time she disengaged the computer guided settings and performed one of her showoff stunts. It was his ship and his job to worry.
Dressed in her black navigational uniform made Tori feel like part of the crew. The silver emblem she wore was a miniature replica of the Mantis; and acted as a transporter locator. Her wrist communicator linked her to the central computer but she was not using any of that now. Tori continued to maneuver the huge bird of space with her alien powers. She was controlling the navigation and weapon systems with her mind. The crew watched, mesmerized by her intricate control of the ship’s numerous functions. Lining the ship up for a quick touch and go, she throttled the impulse engines and shot the enormous craft through the obstacle course. There was no room for error. The ship was huge, the proximity to the planet’s surface was at times, mere inches, and the speed was based on total commitment. ‘Threading the needle’ was the term as the crew referred to it, but to Tori, it was an adrenaline rush. Sensing the volatile ground below, she tensed for an uncontrollable explosion. This was not part of the competition, but she didn't even slow the Mantis when the ground erupted below her. The Mantis was a juggernaut in motion.
The volcanic explosion triggered the Mantis's sensors; warning lights flashed. Dipping and angling the ship, Tori missed the worst part of the debris. Pulling up, she turned around and went for a second pass to complete the course, setting the weapon system on hot. She gave the crew a cursory glance then started to bombard the pinpointed targets on the surface. Every exterior turret pivoted in synchronicity with Tori’s impulses. The ion cannons released a series of blasts on the desolate surface below. Laser pulses followed in a crossfire pattern. The crew watched on the large view screens.
Lt. Laan would try to outscore Tori’s solo performance from the gunner's chair with use of the computer aided setting and guidance control. He loved the way the chair hovered, aided by the smart targeting computer recognition, and prompts of multiple shoot solutions. The fighter helmet dropped a black visor with a heads up display. It reacted instantaneously to his input. He had been the best until Tori joined them. Tori was very calculating, quick and spontaneous. She was inputting the firing sequences on her own, triggering the weapons mentally, and balancing the landing their apocalyptic bird of space and time, the Mantis. Laan was impressed. He watched with grudging admiration.
Captain Blake O'Neil and Lt. Sharon Rossini observed in silence with awe as the craft began its hovering sequence; it leveled off and then gently touched down. They all enjoyed the competitiveness between Tori and Laan. It still amazed them that Tori could handle all the controls with her mind. Then, all of a sudden, the Mantis jolted. Catching their balance, the crew lunged to their stations. Again the huge ship rocked out of control.
Opening her eyes, Tori reversed the ship's direction. The four ion engines shot the Mantis upwards breaking out of the landing sequence. She spun the ship around in an unexpected U-turn. A familiar yet haunting feeling clouded Tori's mind. Tori responded the only way she knew how, by setting the course via the computer's navigational system. The Mantis picked up speed.
"What is wrong, Tori? Why are you not completing the landing sequence? Why have you set the ship's course without consulting me?" Captain O'Neil stepped closer. He was the one who called the shots. When Tori and Roger joined them years ago, that was the one proviso that he insisted on to allow the crew to mesh with the two outsiders. He allowed input but still reserved the final decision for himself. O’Neil studied the six view screens as he demanded answers from her.
"We need to go back!" Tori said, ignoring the questions. She had always listened to authority before but this demanded a race horse mentality. There was only one way to confirm her haunting suspicion.
"Back where?" Roger spoke, his voice has a calming effect.
"To Earth." Tori knew the others would not understand except perhaps Roger. She had not explained the invisible bond that all Shifts shared. She didn’t explain that she had heard a voice, a Shyft, calling her from hundreds of light years away. Even though it was half-human, it was still a half alien Shyft and she felt his presence.
"Computer," Captain O'Neil sat in his command chair. "Cancel last coordinates and reduce speed to light three, heading zero one four seven six nine."
Nothing happened. Tori overrode the command mentally before the ship had time to react. Their speed was still increasing. Captain O'Neil studied view screen five, the destination read planet Fyte. Why would Tori want to return to her home planet? The heavy green fog filled with deadly contaminants that hung low in the planet's atmosphere almost claimed her life once. He knew something was wrong, something very serious. "I thought you said Earth. Why does the destination view screen indicate planet Fyte?"
"We are going into battle, Captain. If we want to be able to win or should I say kill, we will need the contaminant from planet Fyte’s atmosphere. It is the only thing that is lethal to him in his alien form."
Captain O'Neil inched toward her then stopped. “Who Tori?”
“A hybrid, an alien child, a Shyft.”
“An offspring.” Issuing an order, Captain O’Neil steeled his voice and spoke. "Lt. Laan take Tori and escort her to her quarters."
Lt. Laan only took two steps toward her before he collided with an invisible force field. Tori shook her head. "Laan, I can kill you with a thought! I don't want to hurt you but I will; the choice is yours. We have to go back."
It was all she needed to say. Roger understood. As a NSA agent, he had met the airline stewardess years ago. Her fiancé had been murdered. Dying and full of destruction, Kelton, one of the three Shifts that had escaped from planet Fyte, had tricked the flight attendant by using the appearance of her lover and soon to be husband. In the appearance of her fiancé, the pilot, he flew from Los Angeles to Peru years ago. Thousands of feet above the ocean, joining in a moment of rapture, they entered the mile high club. Kelton, a smorgasbord of evil, had left behind his alien seed. Roger knew he should have asked the questions but they were left unasked. Now they had a loose end.
Tori was connected to the offspring in a way that Roger only partially understood. She had tried to explain it but it was difficult to comprehend that she could still sense a life force billions of miles away. Somehow the hybrid had touched her thoughts, called her back to Earth, and baited her into his trap. Roger smiled, half smirked at the challenge. This time, he would show no mercy. Someone was going to die. Roger had a gentle appearance for his large commanding frame, but that's all it was, an appearance. He had lost count of the lives he had taken when he was an active operative. Trained to kill, he was doing what he was good at; but this time, when he killed, it would be his choice, on his terms.
Rubbing his clean-shaven square jaw-line, Roger thought about his promise to his daughter, Amanda. He would see her again and she would be all grown up, a woman of eighteen. Frowning, a few creases weathered his forehead and worry seeped into his consciousness. Billions of miles away from her, he felt a tinge of fear that maybe, he would not get back in time. How much would the alien child know? How much would he remember? Would the alien child know that Roger played a major part in his father’s death? Would he seek revenge against someone Roger loved? Again he thought of his daughter, Amanda. Was he already too late?
They were all time travelers living in a ship so large, there were transport zones to travel back and forth within the huge structure. The original crew consisted of only three: Captain Blake O'Neil, Lt. Sharon Rossini, and Lt. Robert Laan. They were historians. Adopted years ago, ex-NSA agent Roger Thompson and Tori joined the specialized team.
Captain O’Neil had a Sean Connery appearance from an old twentieth-century film. Level-headed and respected, he was a forty-seven-year-old veteran with short tapered hair and a strong jaw line. His sea green eyes squinted slightly, emphasizing a few soft wrinkles. Known for his common sense and hands-on approach, he was a natural leader. Lt. Sharon Rossini was the woman-next-door type, a historian who specialized in intergalactic navigation and communications. Gifted with a medium build and hazel eyes, Rossini’s shoulder length dirty blonde hair and smooth complexion hid her age well. She was forty-one. Lt. Robert Laan was harder yet soft-spoken, even when he was angry. With a 6'2" frame, ferret eyes and dark hair, he looked like an old picture from the database of an American Navy Seal or dedicated Marine in training. Although he was considered a loner, he had been handpicked for his diverse training. His forte was in the weapons center.
Then there was Roger Thompson who had joined the original three-person crew of the Mantis years ago, from Earth, the same world as the others but from another time. Roger was an ex-special ops, ex-NSA government agent who chased UFO sightings around the globe following his hunches and gut instincts. Devoted to chasing the paranormal, Thompson believed he was destined to meet Tori. She was an alien Shyft, a shape shifter, a flame-like species that didn’t burn or consume, but were capable of mimicking other life forms, duplicating DNA codes and formulas, images, emotions and bone structures, by mere physical contact. Tori was a shape shifter. For each being she cloned, she not only shared the genetic makeup, but also their knowledge, skills, and memories, and the ability to change back and forth and back again. It was a delicate balance between power and control, yet Tori handled it well with multiple personalities layered inside her, each struggling to emerge as the dominant identity. She normally appeared as the redhead, Jennifer Black, a failed Hollywood actress, bisexual escort that worked the finer clientele in the North Hollywood area. Tori liked her personae and appearance the most. They had met on their rescue mission ten years ago. She had others to choose from like a living database of identities including her natural non-consuming flame-like alien form. There was Kristina Baldwin; a mulatto CIA agent; James, a young student and part-time security guard; and Aimee Reed, a determined and independent female entering adulthood in the field of anthropology.
Together, their mission was to travel back through time, to study the past, and ultimately to prevent Armageddon. The Mantis was christened from the space dock Nikita in the year 2640 A.D. The future led to the end of time, the past led to the cause. Ten years ago, with the original crew knocked unconscious during an explosion, three Shifts managed to survive by stealing the DNA formulas from the original crew. Mutating, they resembled twins and in their powerful transformation they stole all the skills, knowledge and memories of the humans they had touched. Then the Shifts stored the crew in cryogenic containment. Having obtained their knowledge, they followed the only lead they had, the two yellow Carta Stones stolen by an Inca slave girl in the 1400's on a previous mission. Using the Mantis, they returned to Earth. The damaged ship missed the time location trajectory and landed in the year 2014. The journey tore the three dying aliens apart. Two tried to save themselves and their planet; the other, propelled by self-preservation and selfish goals, broke off from the group. The mission had changed their lives forever.
Tori and Roger had been with the original crew for ten years through numerous missions and adventures – many that brought them closer together, and a few that painfully reminded the two teams which of them were outsiders and which of them were not. The two Shifts that initially escaped with Tori from planet Fyte had died. Kelton, they had chased down and killed; the other, and oldest, lost his life from the effects of the deadly contaminants.
TEN YEARS EARLIER
Darkness swept silently over the city of Los Angeles. The lone occupant of a one-bedroom apartment sat cross-legged on her cold bathroom floor in her black panties. A pregnancy test was in progress, all done except for the waiting. Tammy sighed and pushed a few loose strands of her blonde high-lighted hair away from her watery blue eyes. It had been six long weeks since that strange overseas flight. She reflected on those uncertain moments of rapture. On a commercial jet airliner destined for Lima Peru out of Los Angeles, her fiancé, Captain Kris Faulkner, officially made her a member of the mile high club.
The memory flashed in her mind as she nervously awaited the beep of the pregnancy test. Kris had acted so strange. High above the Pacific Ocean, they had slipped into the small airplane bathroom. He had removed her top, hiked up her uniform, and savagely ripped the baby blue G-string off her pale innocent skin without hesitation. The look of hunger had burned in his eyes, and his animal-like roughness was nothing like their previous lovemaking. The firmness of his grip as he wrapped his hand around her long hair and held her head down seemed strange.
Tammy had been bent over the whole time during their torrid sexual gymnastics. She had felt more than just a nuance that something was wrong. His smooth manicured hands had seemed callous at times when he pawed her body, her breasts, and her throat. His smell was not the same. It was a mixture of unknowns. Her arousal had been heightened by the intensity. The incredible force was matched by her own and ended with him exploding inside her. When he released his grip on her hair, she had raised her head and studied his reflection. There was something hidden behind his eyes. He had turned and left her in the bathroom without even saying a word.
The remaining flight had been uneventful but when they had landed, he was gone. Nobody had seen Captain Faulkner leave. Airport security in Lima informed the crew that Captain Kris Faulkner's body had been discovered in L.A. airport. But that was impossible. He had been murdered before the flight to Lima. Confusion followed. Tammy's mind raced. She had known him better than anybody but somehow she had been fooled. Who had flown the plane? Who had killed her fiancé? Who had she made love to? Fear knotted her stomach. She remembered how she had felt the subtle changes, the warnings that silently screamed at her consciousness. What had she made love to?
Now back in California, sandwiched between Interstate Five and the Los Angeles airport, her apartment looked vacant except for the solitary light. At twenty-three, and alone, she was afraid. A passenger jet flew overhead traveling north. A lonely Persian cat sat outside her window and meowed at the full moon. The faint tick tock of an old grandfather clock marked each agonizing second. Finally, a tiny beep was emitted from the pregnancy tester. Tammy stared at the results. Tears pooled in her eyes. Picking up the tester, she hurled it against the wall. The indicator crashed to the floor with a reading that confirmed positive.
Slamming the bathroom door behind her, she entered her bedroom. With a voice command, she turned on the lights. Her airline stewardess uniform hung in the closet next to her wedding dress. There would be no wedding. Internet printouts from news websites and hard copies of newspapers from Peru, Germany, and the United States were sprawled across her desk. Headlines of aliens with front-page photos of a huge spacecraft dominated the Berlin news. A report of an air-to-air encounter between two F-22 multi-purpose fighters with stealth technology and an unidentified craft had been cut out of her local paper. The two American jets had vanished without a trace. Dried tears stained the obituary page that listed her fiancé, Captain Kris Faulkner. A dozen orchids were on display next to the newspapers. She had brought them home from the funeral parlor. The mysterious man who sent them, NSA agent Roger Thompson, had also disappeared. She had tried to track him down to thank him but government officials were tight-lipped.
The tears fell. Tammy’s mind was spinning, imagining the real and the unreal. She would be calling in sick tomorrow. Tammy wanted to run, and hide. She thought about moving to another city. There was no one left that loved her. Washington popped into her mind but even that scared her. Whose thought had it been, hers or that of the seed growing inside her? Was it motivating or manipulating her decisions? Was it evil? The possibility turned her stomach. She felt its presence, something unclean, part of her now. Tammy was afraid.
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