Beyond: Snillotia Trilogy Book One by Donna Wagner (books you have to read TXT) 📕

anything that’s not in the book. The book doesn’t give a name to either world,” Anna told him, having finished the book as well.

Tim had reread it too. He and Anna had already talked about it. They had decided to search his mother’s books for clues again, since the idea had been lost the first time when Anna started acting like Snillotia never existed. Tim had remembered the story vaguely. His mother had actually told him the stories long before she decided to write them down and share them. Now that he had re-read the first book, looking at it from a different angle, he and Anna, both, were slightly worried by some of the things they read in the story, if his mother didn’t make them up. Like in their own experience going through the portal, his mother had written about the inconsistency of time in between the worlds. Anna and Tim however, had only ever experience time moving forward. It his mother’s story, it moved backward as well. They had talked about the theory with their grandparents. They’d come to two conclusions. It was either a good thing because then maybe they could figure out how to go back to before Ronnoc had formed the Rebels and stop him before anything even started, or it was a bad thing, because they could wind up back in Snillotia at the height of the Rebel’s power and worst of all, Aaron would still be alive. Tim secretly thought that if it was possible, maybe he could even find a time in the backwards world when his parents were still alive, and he could save them.

“Tim! Tell him I’m right!”

Lost in thought, Tim hadn’t heard Anna talking to him. “Sorry, what?”

“You agree that we can’t bring up anything related to Snillotia, specifically. I told Retep that since the Rebels have found their way to this world before, technically anyone could be a Rebel. We can’t give away what we suspect about your mom’s books. It’s his fault everyone now knows it’s your mom that wrote them in the first place!”

Retep frowned at Anna. “How was I supposed to know it was a secret? You guys didn’t fill me in on your little theories about the books. I didn’t realize why your mom didn’t write them under her own name. It’s not like I intentionally did anything wrong!”

“Calm down, both of you! Retep, I know you didn’t do it on purpose. Relax about that. There’s nothing we can do about it now. I do agree with Anna, though. We can’t give anything else away. If you want to answer Mrs. MacDonald’s questions- that’s fine, just be very careful about what you say. Anna, leave Retep alone about telling everyone about my mom. He didn’t know, and we can’t take the information back now. We’ll just have to deal with it.”

“It’s all over the internet now that “Sarah Erickson” was a pen name, that the author’s name was really Ellen Tollins, and that she died before finishing the last book. Fans are in an uproar that they’ll never see the last book. What if there’s information in that last story we need?” Anna questioned.

Tim shrugged. He still thought his mother’s journals were the answer, but along with the manuscript of the last book, the journals were back in the castle, if they had even survived Anna’s blast. The books were available in this world and they’d work with what they had available, which is exactly what he said to Anna. “Do you think Goldie could help? She brought the books and the manuscript from this world to us when we were in Snillotia, maybe she can bring the manuscript back again.”

“That’s an idea. I’ll talk to her about it,” Tim responded, planning to ask about his mother’s journals as well, and then he had another thought, “Maybe she knows how the time difference works, as well.”

Anna’s eyes brightened. “That’s right! She must know something more than she’s said so far, since she can do it herself without the need for a portal. Why didn’t we think to ask her before?”

Practicing with Anna’s powers completely forgotten, Anna and Tim both jumped up, ready to see if they could find out some answers. “You’re too late. Goldie is gone.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

Anna grasped Tim’s arm in surprise. She completely forgotten Retep had even been outside with them. It seemed whenever she was around Tim lately, it seemed like there was no one in the world but them. Tim slid her hand into his and gave it a squeeze. He didn’t seem upset by Retep’s news. “What do you mean by gone?” he asked his cousin slowly.

“Just what I said. She’s gone. Not here any longer. She went back to Snillotia.”

“But why?” Anna asked, her voice displaying her disappointment.

Retep opened his mouth to answer but was interrupted. “So, what’s going on here?”

Tim groaned. Nosey had returned. Then he realized he was still holding Anna’s hand. No wonder Nosey was looking at them accusingly. Anna let go of his hand, but didn’t move away from him, which surprised him. “Oh, hi, Jason,” she said.

“Am I missing something here? Is there a reason you’re being all cozy with your brother? Is that why you haven’t called me all weekend?”

Jason was mad. Anna sighed. “I’ve told you repeatedly. Tim is not my brother. I also recall, Friday you not wanting to speak to me at school, so why would I call you? If you had spoken to me I would have told you this weekend would be busy for me. Tim’s grandparents arrived with his cousin,” she said motioning to Retep, and then continued, “My parents are here, too.”

Jason eyed them suspiciously, as Anna was still standing very close to Tim, although they were no longer touching. To avoid a scene, Tim moved away first. “Jason, this is my cousin, Pete.”

“Yeah, hi, Pete,” Jason said, barely glancing at Retep.

Anna sighed. She was not in