A Place in Time

By: JoAnn Ross

Rum Runner Island…Where love is timeless.

Truth is reason. Reason is truth. All else is irrational.

Space traveling astrophysicist Sebastian Blackthorne has lived by that dictate his entire life. Until he lands in the wrong place and the wrong century. But with the right woman, who has him questioning everything he’s ever believed in.

When Rum Runner Island police chief Kirby Pendleton finds a nearly naked, unconscious man lying in a snowdrift during a blizzard, she’s startled to realize that he’s the hottie she’s been fantasizing about. Impossibly, it’s as if her thoughts had reached out and pulled him right out of the blue.

While their romance may have been destined by the stars, other lives depend on Sebastian returning to his own planet in the future. Yet having fallen deeply into a love for all time, how can he possibly leave Kirby behind?


The planet Logosia.

Moon date: Omega 23.7

There was no turning back.

After studying the holodiscs in the secret government archives, after charting and recharting his destination, after spending five long solar revolutions designing and constructing his transporter, Logosian astrophysicist and hopeful intergalactic explorer Sebastian Blackthorne was on his way.

Lights—red, green, yellow, and blue, flashed. The lights were a medley of wavelengths, surrounding him, radiating in all directions. His body felt as if it were being stung by a hundred, a thousand angry nitrowasps.

Employing the centuries-old meditation techniques the Ancient Ones had brought with them from the planet Janos on Stratum Eleven, Sebastian focused his thoughts, directing his mind to his destination: the planet Earth in the Milky Way galaxy.

Sebastian had chosen Earth because its atmosphere and gravitational pull were remarkably similar to that of Logosia. Also, although he’d been a child at the time, he could remember in vivid detail the excursion he’d taken with his parents and sister in the family spacecraft.

The occasion had been the quadricentennial of his mother’s homeland, and although four hundred years of a nation’s existence was a mere blink of an eyelash to a Logosian, the Americans, his mother included, had considered it quite an accomplishment.

Sebastian had chosen California for his destination because he remembered the western state in North America to be a harmonious and eclectic location. Venice, specifically, he recalled, was a place where a stranger’s sudden appearance amidst the amazingly diverse mix of natives would not cause alarm.

There was another reason he’d chosen Earth as his destination. A highly inappropriate, vastly un-Logosian, particularly human, emotional reason.

This trip was a personal pilgrimage to the planet of his mother’s birth. And although hope was heretically anti-reason and entirely irrational—therefore diametrically opposed to every aspect of Logosian philosophy—in some deep, secret place inside his heart, Sebastian hoped that somehow, by understanding the planet his mother had willingly left behind but had never forgotten, he might come to better understand himself.

In preparation for his journey, his mother had told him everything about her planet that she could remember. Unfortunately, with the exception of that one visit, Mia Vardanyian had been away from her home for more than forty years. Sebastian needed more detailed, up-to-date information than she could provide.

Although it was technically against confederation regulations, Logosian government officials had found an arcane loophole in the inter-galaxy treaty and placed, out of sensor range, intelligence satellites whose cloaking devices had allowed them to go unnoticed around Earth. For more than two hundred solar revolutions, the satellites had been beaming back pictures and audio tapes of the planet.

Scores of clerks—females, whose duty it was to handle the mundane, mindless tasks that were the hallmark of government bureaucracies throughout the universe—transferred the electronic data onto holodiscs, which were filed away in the government archives.

Sebastian’s younger sister, Rosalyn, a highly placed government xenoanthropologist and the sole female professor at the Logosian Science Institute, had originally professed grave doubts about both Sebastian’s theory and his motive.

When she couldn’t convince him to give up his perilous plan, Rosalyn relented and, risking her own career, provided him with classified government datachips far more detailed than the holofiles he’d been permitted to check out from the Logosian National Library.