Blog Tour: Escape from the Past: The Duke's Wrath by Annette Oppenlander


by Annette Oppenlander
Genre: YA Historical Fiction, Time-Travel
Release Date: July 31st 2015
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When fifteen-year-old nerd and gamer Max Anderson thinks he's sneaking a preview of an unpublished video game, he doesn't realize that 1) He's been chosen as a beta, an experimental test player. 2) He’s playing the ultimate history game, transporting him into the actual past: anywhere and anytime. And 3) Survival is optional: to return home he must decipher the game's rules and complete its missions—if he lives long enough. To fail means to stay in the past—forever.
Now Max is trapped in medieval Germany, unprepared and clueless. It is 1471 and he quickly learns that being an outcast may cost him his head. Especially after rescuing a beautiful peasant girl from a deadly infection and thus provoking sinister wannabe Duke Ott. Overnight he is dragged into a hornets' nest of feuding lords who will stop at nothing to bring down the conjuring stranger in their midst.
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Excerpt“His name is Max,” Bero offered from the bench. “He hid inHanstein’s forest.”The woman stepped closer and then crossed herself. “May theLord have mercy. A Wanderer to bring doom to our Haus.”I vehemently shook my head. “No, no, I’m just lost and needa place for the night.”Bero’s mother stepped closer still. She was inches shorter, yether shoulders were wide and her arms thick and muscled. Ishrank back. She’d beat me to a pulp no problem. To my horrorshe extended an arm to inspect my hair. “What’s a lad like youdoing in the Lord’s forest? You look like a stranger. A conjurerperhaps.”“He said he is from the village,” Bero intercepted. I wishedhe’d shut up. It was nerve-wracking enough to deal with Bero.The woman was positively frightening—nothing like my motherwho was gentle and sweet.“I’m visiting,” I tried. Maybe it was best to say as little aspossible.Bero’s mother grabbed my T-shirt and rubbed the fabricbetween thumb and forefinger. “Your clothes are…odd.” Thenher eyes fell on my shoes, half hidden in the straw. Obviously nothidden enough. She got on her knees mumbling something. Thenshe crossed herself again. I stood waiting and hoping my legswouldn’t tremble. To keep from fidgeting, I stuck my hands inmy pockets, my right fingertips making contact with somethingwithin.
About the Author

"Nearly every place holds some kind of secret, something that makes history come alive. When we scrutinize people and places closely, history is no longer a number, it turns into a story."
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Published on April 08, 2016 00:01
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