Just One Damned Thing After Another (The Chronicles of St Mary's, #1)

by Jodi Taylor

‘Why did you choose history, Dr Maxwell? With all the exciting developments in the space programme over the last ten years and the Mars Project in its final stages, what made you choose to look backwards instead of forwards?’

The sensible thing would be to conserve power and go to bed with the sun.

No, the sensible thing would be to dress warmer and go outside to see if any glow on the horizon indicated a population, and studying the stars in an attempt at celestial navigation. You already should have stuck a stick in the ground to see which way its shadow moved to establish East, and an idea of the season and a starting idea of latitude.

But there wasn’t. It only goes to show – take your eye off the ball and Fate, Destiny, History, call it what you will, steps up and just pisses all over your chips.

Too much foreshadowing. You're repeating your tricks.

We drank. We ate. We drank some more. We sang. We danced. We did the Time Warp