I am pleased that my most insane effort at time-travel science-fiction has finally been professionally edited and put in print by someone who understands how to make a book cover.
The story follows six protagonists:
Genetic freak Jay Bracken is being dissected on a 24th Century operating table and reprogrammed to be sent back in time to murder his friends.
The last Gomeran warrior, Bruco, a long time supporting character in the series, gets a leading role for which he is grotesquely overqualified.
Hyacinth White-Feather, who has lost both of her husbands to the bifurcating time-travel project, is platonically seduced into seducing Leonardo into coming forward in time—a task for which her gender is not appropriate given his orientation.
Leonardo, despairing of ever learning Latin and gaining a Florentine patron, discovers that he is being sought by a beautiful red-skinned boy.
And that beautiful boy is really a chronological replication device which believes itself to be a 16th Century Native American Messiah, who has found it necessary to name himself Three-Rivers because the stupid white people that somehow invented his thunder hoop—which he somehow ate—are nevertheless incapable of addressing him as Two-rivers-coming-together-to-become-one.
And a mysterious 15-year-old cop-killer named Ray-Ray slinging dope on a South Baltimore street corner, who is somehow inextricably linked with the last organic man on earth's project to salvage the human race, takes another hatefully regressive step for Mankind.
