Re-release of “The Last Timekeepers and the Arch of Atlantis” from Sharon Ledwith + a giveaway!

Last TimekeepersThe Last Timekeepers and the Arch of Atlantis is officially back … and isn’t the cover gorgeous?


Children are the keys to our future. And now, children are the only hope for our past.

When 13-year-old Amanda Sault and her annoying classmates are caught in a food fight at school, they’re given a choice: suspension or yard duty. The decision is a no-brainer. Their two-week crash course in landscaping leads to the discovery of a weathered stone arch in the overgrown back yard. The arch isn’t a forgotten lawn ornament but an ancient time portal from the lost continent of Atlantis.

Chosen by an Atlantean Magus to be Timekeepers–legendary time travelers sworn to keep history safe from the evil Belial–Amanda and her classmates are sent on an adventure of a lifetime. Can they find the young Robin Hood and his merry band of teens? If they don’t, then history itself may be turned upside down.


Jail would have been better than Grizzly Greer’s office, Amanda thought as she leaned against the cool blue wall in a chair in the corner. Her nose flared. The sickly combination of sweat, sauce, garlic, and cheese almost made her heave. She covered her nose with her hand and checked the silver clock above Mrs. Greer’s two-toned wooden desk for the third time. The five of them had been in this hellhole for almost two solid hours. No phone calls. No lectures. No threats. Just sitting, doing nothing. In a plastic yellow basket on the far corner of the desk sat four disabled cell phones of various colors and brands.

Jordan Jensen muttered something incoherent.

“Is there a problem, Jordan?” Mrs. Greer snapped, standing up behind her desk. She smoothed out her green pantsuit. It was dotted with pizza sauce.

Jordan licked his bottom lip. “Uh, I was wondering how much longer we’d be in here? I’ve got batting practice after school, and my dad will be ticked if I’m late.”

Mrs. Greer smiled that smile at him, the smile a predator flashes just before consuming its prey. Amanda uncovered her nose, sat up, and smirked.

“It will take as long as it takes, Jordan,” the principal replied curtly.

The phone rang and made them all jump. Mrs. Greer’s hand lunged for the receiver with the precision of a striking rattlesnake.

Out of the corner of her eye Amanda saw Drake nudge Jordan. “Do you think we’re gonna get suspended for this?” he whispered.

Jordan shrugged, and then glared at Amanda. She averted her eyes to the polished beige floor.

Suspended. Even the sound of that word made her think of the grip Mrs. Greer had on all their throats. Squeezing, squeezing, squeezing, until their eyeballs popped and their heads burst open. Suspended. Would she do it? Could she do it? Yes, it was a possibility.

The clicking sound of Mrs. Greer’s ruby red nails made Amanda wince. The principal hung up the phone, adjusted her tight bleach-blond hairstyle, and then cleared her throat. “Snack Program is for those of you who don’t have a snack in your lunch or didn’t have time to eat breakfast. Does everyone understand me so far?”

They all nodded.

“Good. Now that you five understand the concept of the program, I would like you to help me understand something.”

“What’s that, Mrs. G?” Treena asked with the gusto of a cheerleader. This startled Amanda, who was seated next to her.

Mrs. Greer’s mouth curled to the side, revealing her white incisor. “Did you have breakfast this morning, Treena?”

Treena furrowed her brows. She nodded meekly.

“Did you bring a snack?” Mrs. Greer pressed.

Treena shoved her hands in the pouch of her thin pink hoody and nodded again.

Mrs. Greer inclined her head. “It is also my understanding that your parents own the Lucky Goldfish Restaurant. Correct?”

Treena squirmed in her chair and nodded a third time. It was like a snake striking a helpless guinea pig. Amanda could almost hear the squeal, feel the fangs sink in.

“Then—” Mrs. Greer leaned closer to Treena “—do you mind explaining to me why you decided to attend Snack Program?”

Treena suddenly sat up. She removed a hand from her hoody to flick a stray ebony tendril out of her face. “Honestly, Mrs. G, a girl needs a well-balanced diet these days. Do you know what happens when you eat Chinese food for breakfast, Chinese food for lunch, and Chinese food for supper?”

Mrs. Greer’s face fell. She stood back and shook her head.

Treena stood and lifted her top to expose her ample belly. “You turn into girly-Buddha.”





Unearthing the uncanny one book at a time.

Sharon Ledwith is the author of the middle-grade/young adult time travel series, THE LAST TIMEKEEPERS, and is represented by Walden House (Books & Stuff) for her teen psychic series, MYSTERIOUS TALES FROM FAIRY FALLS. When not writing, researching, or revising, she enjoys reading, exercising, anything arcane, and an occasional dram of scotch. Sharon lives a serene, yet busy life in a southern tourist region of Ontario, Canada, with her hubby, one spoiled yellow Labrador and a moody calico cat.

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