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    The Plight of Jonathan Pope
    The Plight of Jonathan Pope
    The Plight of Jonathan Pope
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    The Plight of Jonathan Pope

    By Ellen Dudley

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    Alternate History Fantasy.
    Jonathan Pope is a non-believer in science-fiction. But on the day he is to meet his future wife, and after visiting his friend, whose father is a scientist, he suddenly finds himself, by accident, in a different time and place amongst female savages whom he saves from annihilation and they treat him like a God. After being returned to the present by a mischievous elfin Princess, and having had a taste of life amongst the savage beauties, a life fraught with danger, curiosity gets the better of him and he chooses to return, after which he finds himself in the midst of a strange human tribe on an Earth-type planet controlled by Aliens. After a short battle with humanoid monsters, he is kidnapped by the aliens, all the while hoping to find a way home back to his beloved Emma, also to free the enslaved humans. Emma Watkins, on her way to meet Jonathan, her future husband, visits Rupert in his father’s laboratory and accidentally steps into the same time warp anomaly as Jonathan. She finds herself on a south sea island, naked and alone; then one day, out of the blue she meets a number of people but is still plagued by a strange and persistent anomaly....
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherXinXii
    Release dateFeb 26, 2018
    ISBN9783962462703
    The Plight of Jonathan Pope
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    Ellen Dudley

    The author Ellen Dudley lives with her husband and two small daughters in a small town in Germany near the Dutch border after writing, co-writing and editing over forty books of different genres with her father, author Thomas Jason Edison. The genres are: Fantasy. Science-Fiction. Science-Fiction-Fantasy. Crime Thrillers, and tales of the Holocaust.

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      The Plight of Jonathan Pope - Ellen Dudley

      Alternate History Fantasy.

      The Plight of Jonathan Pope.

      By

      Ellen E. Dudley.

      Copyright © 2010 Ellen Elizabeth Dudley.

      Edited by Thomas Jason Edison.

      Published 2010 by T. J Edison and E. E. Dudley.

      Cover design copyright © 2014 byMargaret Weissman.

      ISBN: 978-3-96246-270-3

      Verlag GD Publishing Ltd. & Co KG, Berlin

      E-Book Distribution: XinXii

      www.xinxii.com

      The authors and designer assert their moral right under the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act, 1988, to be identified as the authors and designer of these works.

      All Rights reserved. No part of these publications may be reproduced, copied, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means (electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise) without the prior written consent of both the copyright holder, and the above publisher and designer of this book, nor be otherwise circulated in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published and without a similar condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser.

      The author Ellen Dudley, a qualified accountant and ghost writer, lives with her husband and two small daughters in Germany near the Dutch border after writing, co-writing and editing over sixty books of different genres with her father, author Thomas Jason Edison. The genres are: Fantasy. Science-Fiction. Science-Fiction-Fantasy. Crime Thrillers, and tales of the Holocaust.

      Dedications

      I dedicate this book to my Mother, and also to my Father; author Thomas Jason Edison, for his help and guidance in editing, proofreading and publishing this Alternate History Fantasy Quadrilogy.

      I would also like to thank author and designer Gretchen Steen with her help in constructing the book cover.

      Table of Contents

      Chapter One.

      Chapter Two.

      Chapter Three.

      Chapter Four.

      Chapter Five.

      Chapter Six.

      Chapter Seven.

      Chapter Eight.

      Chapter Nine.

      Chapter Ten.

      Chapter Eleven.

      Chapter Twelve.

      Chapter Thirteen.

      Chapter Fourteen.

      Chapter Fifteen.

      Chapter Sixteen.

      Chapter Seventeen.

      Chapter Eighteen.

      Chapter Nineteen.

      Chapter Twenty

      Chapter Twenty-one.

      Chapter One.

      The Dream.

      She awoke, startled; she saw him falling from the heavens, his mouth open as he screamed in terror, tearing at his clothes as they smouldered, catching fire, the pieces trailing smoke before they disintegrated.

      Then he disappeared as if he had never been there.

      Was this the legend, was he the one and above all, was she the one?

      All at once, a moving picture unfolded before her eyes, an apparition wading through the shallows of the enchanted pond.

      Vinerva, Elvin princess, stepped out naked from the foliage on the highest branch of Fendrl, her home tree and her official quarters, and gazed down from her perch as she stroked the furry head of a large female tree-cat, her pet, Tandril.

      The picture enlarged and cleared in her mind, the apparition was human and male, its reproductive organs visible at the base of the body. He was built like all the other humans, but his frame was thick with muscle, not like her people who were tall and slender.

      But, this one was not like other humans, it seemed he wasn’t from this earth, his home was somewhere beyond the stars, or was it beyond time itself? He was here not of his own free will, she could sense that much from his mind, which was open and not used to deception. She decided she would have him for her pleasure before the forest devoured him; if he was not ‘the one’ that is.

      She brought herself below the surface of the tarn and swam out to meet him. She saw him as he knelt down in the pond’s shallows, leaning forward, his body submerged, drinking deeply.

      He rose up after seeing her in the depths, approaching, posing erotically underwater. He shook the water from his golden locks as a badger would after bathing and smoothed his hands over them.

      Vinerva surfaced slowly before him, so close to him she felt his breath on her skin, on her entire body, her intimacies on display as she left the water. She danced the enchantment dance and he rose up to her, his body fully awake to her commands.

      She took him to her. They hung there for an hour or more, for him and her that is, as it was in reality no more than the blink of an eye. And, it was glorious and mind-blinding, as their bodies moved in unison swaying back and forth above the pond till she, fully-spent, released him.

      She let him fall back into the pond with a splash.

      Her discarded prize rose to his feet, still partly under her spell, otherwise he would have drowned. He stumbled onto the bank where he collapsed and would remain until his strength slowly returned.

      Something however, was different, she sensed it, for she had had many mortal men and youths, well-developed boys even, but this one was different, he was stronger in body; and it was when something stirred deep down inside her for a split-second that she realised his body was also different, and that in six months time she would bear his child.

      Vinerva woke once more, her body filmed with perspiration. It was the same dream, the one that blessed each sleep period, but she felt different, as something really did stir inside her. The stranger from the dream was real and she remembered the prophecy; ‘He shall come as in a dream, and a union will bring forth a male child that shall possess powers immeasurable.’

      The prophecy did not however, declare who would give birth to this super being, or whether the seed bearer would be human or elf; and her mind wandered back to her dream as she felt the magical spark of life growing inside her.

      Chapter Two.

      A Venture Too Far.

      It never occurred to thirty-year-old Jonathan Pope that there could be other life outside that of the planet Earth. Even when the scientist Bernard Bradbury explained his theory, that if the planet Earth contained life because it revolved around the sun, then there must be life on other planets with a sun similar to theirs; John Pope was still not convinced.

      Those weren’t Bernard’s exact words, but it was exactly what he meant, but in London, England at the close of the nineteenth century nothing was farther from people’s minds. They were more interested in the change in fashion or the stock exchange or the price of good wine or gold.

      As far as they were concerned the sky was full of stars, and the notion that there were people like them were out there in that cold, black void living on a planet like ours, and were looking at us through their telescopes, was treated as a joke.

      John had known the Bradbury family for some time and visited them often. It was on such an occasion one sunny afternoon on June 15th 1895 that he and Rupert, Bernard’s son, were discussing H. G. Wells’ book about a time machine in his study where the two of them had made themselves comfortable after a light lunch.

      Rupert took out his pocket watch. I have to leave you for a few minutes, old boy; I must pop up to my workshop.

      John picked up the book. I’ll carry on reading then until you return, he said and opened it at the marked page.

      He heard Rupert’s footsteps on the stairs leading to his laboratory where he was working on his electric telescope. A number of seconds later the reading lamp over the desk in the corner of the room extinguished and he heard the maid call out in surprise..’

      He smiled at the thought of Rupert with a blackened face and grinned.

      ‘Oops, looks like Rupert has blown a fuse with his fanciful contraptions.’

      Rupert had once told him in earnest, ‘I don’t care if even the sun extinguishes, I do not want to be disturbed when I’m conducting experiments in my laboratory.’

      He looked at the wall clock as it chimed 8.30 am. Ten minutes passed before curiosity got the better of him and he made his way to Rupert’s place of work up a winding staircase to the attic.

      Rupert’s father was away on business and he had asked John to ‘keep an eye on things’ during his absence and added he had a surprise for him which he would present on his return.

      He knocked on the door and called out his name, but received no answer. Rupert, what are you doing in there, have you something to hide? Shall I depart and return at some more convenient time?

      He looked at his watch, Emma! He was late for their rendezvous. Rupert, I must go, I have arranged to meet Emma and I am late.

      He heard a shout, which sounded more like a warning than a cry for help.

      Rupert, what ails you? He waited for a reply and after an indeterminate length of time in which his fear for Rupert’s safety mounted, ‘He could be injured, bleeding,’ and his thoughts of Emma receded. I’m coming in, and he turned the door knob.

      As he entered he was blinded by flashing lights from an array of dials set on the workbench before him, below which was a red button-switch that glowed brightly. Before the bench was a six-foot square platform, raised six inches off the floor and he was shocked to see Bernard Bradbury as he suddenly appeared before him standing directly on it, but it wasn’t the Bernard he knew, as he was many years younger, his grey hair was gone and his figure was one of a younger man. Bernard, whatever has happened to you?

      He imagined Bernard could see him, but he gave no indication and seemed to be in some sort of trance. He stepped forward his hand outstretched to touch him and announce his presence when he fell forward.

      He was falling…falling head over heels…falling quickly, his clothing rippling and tearing to shreds leaving him naked while falling…falling…falling, his skin on fire as he fell, falling endlessly down a dark tunnel, at which end a faint light beckoned to him, growing larger until it flashed, blinding him.

      He saw greenery below him, blurred shapes, objects.

      Then the shapes became more defined as he dropped towards the ground at breathtaking speed, and the ground now approached at an alarming rate and he tumbled into a deep dark pit, where he floated, floated in the darkness and he heard voices, voices, tinkling together with childlike laughter…

      He awoke lying on a grassy surface, the air was pleasantly warm, the sky above was blue and he heard the

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