Chapter Two
“Look. I have it, too.”
He turned back at her softly spoken invitation, stunned to see a Mark on the side of her neck that looked like an old hieroglyph in the rough shape of a circle, slightly open at the bottom, resting on a small line. It matched the new Mark on his neck exactly. Same size. Same place…
“It’s called a Shen. It’s what they use to Mark us when we are Taken and sent through time, and to Mark those chosen to help us. My name is Sarah St. Pierre. You were chosen to help me, Timothy Daniel Tucker. The Archiver Marked you.”
“That’s impossible.” Tim shook his head, waiting for the next insane lie to fall from her lips. It wasn’t the Mark that he called a lie. It was there, in his flesh. How and why he had no idea. No, it was her name that threw him for a loop. A
