Richard Keppoch III was born to guard time itself. As a Time Architect, his job is to slip into history and mend the damage rogue travellers leave behind, quietly, invisibly, before the future comes apart at the seams.

His latest mission doesn't just go wrong. It goes missing.

Snatched mid trip and dumped in 1960s rural Ireland, Richard wakes up battered, briefcaseless, and hunted by something that shouldn't exist outside a bedtime story. His only allies are a farming family who took in a stranger, and two sharp eyed twin boys who see far more than they let on.

Because the old stories are true. An ancient network of immortal beings still guards the doorways between eras, and someone inside that world wants Richard gone for good.

To find his way home, he'll have to unmask a conspiracy older than he is, one hiding behind a name spoken only in whispers: Mok Akkamon.

The first gripping instalment in the Time Architect series, for readers who love hidden worlds, folklore with teeth, and heroes who never asked to be heroes.