About the book:On October 10, 2145, eighteen-year-old Charity Northquest's whole future is ahead of her - and the future sucks.On October 11, 2145, she unexpectedly has a chance to fix it. When her best friend is reported killed, but then re-appears the next day as an old woman, everything Charity has been taught is called into question. Even if she does not believe in time travel, she has little choice. So the ill-prepared Charity travels back to the mysterious and captivating 21st century where her single purpose of changing the future fades with the increasingly more urgent question of whether she can survive the past.Quotes:"Her family can't find her; they're afraid she was caught in the riot.""So, what do you do for fun in your part of the world?""Tell her what you were really doing."Excerpt:She slipped into room 509 and closed the door quietly behind her.For a minute she thought the old woman was already dead. The TV was turned up, the preacher bellowing about the sanctity of marriage and the exalted position of Mothers in the Kingdom of the True God. After they were dead.Charity held her breath; was she too late?The woman snorted and her chest began to rise and fall again."I'm back," she whispered.The woman turned to her and blinked. It took Charity a full second to realize the woman couldn't hear her over the TV. She reached up and turned down the volume knob. It never occurred to her to turn it off. You didn't turn off the TV until 10:00."It's Charity," she kept her voice as low as she could. "Now tell me what you know about Mirabella."The woman smiled. "You're getting feisty, that's good.""Oh stop. Just tell me." Charity's urgency propelled her to the edge of the bed and she unconsciously picked up the woman's good hand. It was blue veined and thin. The skin felt like the soft paper of an old book."Okay, Go. The old university is the easiest place. Go change this." She rolled her eyes to indicate the whole the room, maybe the whole of the city. "We don't have to live like prisoners, we don't have to just be mothers.""But we're protected, we're safe, we have peace," Charity automatically protested."Safe. Prisoners. Same." The woman dismissed Charity's reflexive response. "Just go. I know this is hard and you don't understand. We aren't told anything at all, never will, by the way, and there isn't much time. You remember Hannah Vandermere? She did okay. I haven't heard about Mary or Honesty. But you need to go back. You've read books. You'll be able to cope. Just try to get to the Twenty-First Century, not far. The Nineteenth isn't where the change is.""What are you talking about?" Charity glanced back towards the hall, but it was still empty.The woman closed her eyes. "Please, for me. For Mirabella, if you will. Go."