"It was at ten o'clock to-day that the first of all Time Machines began its career. I gave it a last tap, tried all the screws again, put one more drop of oil on the quartz rod, and sat myself in the saddle. I suppose a suicide who holds a pistol to his skull feels much the same wonder at what will come next as I felt then. I took the starting lever in one hand and the stopping one in the other, pressed the first, and almost immediately the second. I seemed to reel; I felt a nightmare sensation of falling; and, looking round, I saw the laboratory exactly as before. Had anything happened? For a moment I suspected that my intellect had tricked me. Then I noted the clock. A moment before, as it seemed, it had stood at a minute or so past ten; now it was nearly half-past three!"
H.G. Wells, The Time Machine
H.G. Wells, The Time Machine
The
Hand
of
Maud
Eleanor left two things in the past:
Her true love and the Hand of Maud
But when she wakes on a blood-soaked battlefield in medieval England, the past is no longer behind her—it’s her reality. Mistaken for a spy, she is imprisoned and watched closely, until a twist of fate delivers priceless artifacts into her possession—including the legendary Hand of Maud, an object of immense value.
As she searches for a way home, Eleanor’s heart is torn between the life she lost and the one unfolding before her. Thomas, a fearless protector, has sworn to keep her safe, and with each passing day, her feelings for him deepen. With time running out, she must unravel the mystery behind her time-travel journey and make an impossible choice: return to her fiancé in the present or remain in the past with the man who has captured her heart.