A Trail Through Time (The Chronicles of St. Mary's #4)

by Jodi Taylor

I’ve never had a high opinion of the human race and I’m not wrong. Just look at us. We’ve been given this gift. This wonderful gift. Alone of every species on the planet, we’re able to see our own past. To build on our triumphs. To learn from our mistakes. To discover at first hand, exactly how we arrived where we are today. And instead of regarding it as the wonderful gift it is, we’d tried to use it for nothing more productive than rehashing old conflicts.

personally think humans have got about as far as we can go. We’re wrecking the planet. We’re never short of good reasons to massacre each other. Wrong god. Wrong race. Wrong colour. Wrong sex. I’m actually quite surprised a thoroughly pissed-off History hasn’t waved a flaming sword and we’re all back in caves in the snow, chewing on half-cooked mammoth. And even that’s more than we deserve.

Everyone has a place in society and without the backing of family, friends, a guild, a tribe, a village, we were officially non-persons.

There’s an art to running for your life, you know. You don’t just take off and hope for the best.

There should be medals struck for men who produce tea at exactly the moment it’s needed.