In Secrets of Yden, an anomaly is stopping time on Earth for increasing lengths of time. Because he wears the portal key (an ankh), the anomaly doesn’t effect Jon Hansen. What would you do if the world literally stopped all around you? In the following excerpt, Jon is in an art museum when an anomaly occurs, and he’s presented with a dilemma:
“I hate to admit it, but these shoes are killing me,” January said.
“You want me to carry you?” Jon replied.
She giggled. “Would you?”
January squealed when he scooped her up in his arms. “You’re much lighter than I thought you’d be.”
“Put me down!” she cried. “This is embarrassing.”
“Good,” Jon said as he carried her toward the entrance. “I found something that embarrasses you for a change.”
When they reached the atrium, Jon muttered a not-so-nice word. Almost as soon as he passed underneath the hanging banner with the stylized science fiction and fantasy art exhibit logo on it, everything and everyone suddenly froze in place. The sound of silence pressed against Jon’s eardrums and he had to force himself to breathe.
Time has stopped.
“What’s happening?” January squirmed in Jon’s arms. “Is this a joke? Why isn’t anyone moving?”
“It’s okay. It’s a time anomaly. I’ve been expecting it.”
“What? What are you talking about?” she cried. “You really are crazy!”
Freaked out, January began to kick her legs, scream, and bang on Jon’s chest, so he was forced to put her down. Contact with Jon was the only thing keeping her in real time, and he had a millisecond to decide whether to release her or not. It didn’t seem right, somehow, to let her freeze. So Jon clamped down on her wrist.
“Don’t do this, January, unless you want to become like those guys,” he said, jerking his head toward the people around them.
Past hysterical, she tried to pull away from him again, and he was compelled to take her into his arms. “Please calm down.”
He tried to use a soothing voice, but she was kicking him in the shins with her pointy-toed designer shoes. He let go. The instant she broke free, January froze like a celebrity wax figure. Jon was alone, and if Casey’s theory was correct, she’d be stuck that way for over an hour and a half. Aggravated beyond measure, he paced back and forth, trying to figure out what to do.