The Last Timekeepers and the Arch of Atlantis (Last Timekeepers Book 1)

Uncover the Secrets of the Past—One Time Travel Mission at a Time

When a food fight lands Amanda Sault and her classmates in detention, the last thing they expect is to stumble upon an ancient portal built by the lost civilization of Atlantis. Chosen by a mysterious Magus, these unlikely heroes are swept into a hidden world of time travel, where they must protect history from being rewritten by a sinister force known as Belial.

Their first mission takes them to 13th-century England, where a young Robin Hood’s destiny—and the future of the world—hangs in the balance. But in the world of the Timekeepers, one misstep in the past could mean erasing the future entirely.

Full of high-stakes adventure, humor, and heart, The Last Timekeepers and the Arch of Atlantis is the thrilling first installment in Sharon Ledwith’s time travel series for middle grade and young adult readers.

Get your copy of The Last Timekeepers and the Arch of Atlantis today and take your first step into a world where every moment matters.

Excerpt from the book

Food Fight

“Hey, Locohontas!”

Annoyed, Amanda looked up from composing her newest poem as a slice of pizza splattered against her cheek.

“Food fight, food fight!” chanted a couple of boys at the front of the Snack Program line.

Hot, gooey sauce ran down her face. She hastily stuffed her journal and pen down the bib of her faded jean overalls, flicked away a piece of pepperoni stuck to her cheek, then turned to face the enemy. Her chocolate brown eyes burned into the grade-six boys who had started the food flying. A second slice hit Amanda on her other cheek. It just wasn’t her day.

The whole school gym went berserk. The two parent volunteers covered their heads and made a run for the side exit door. The walls echoed with laughter and screams as grade sevens and eights ruled supreme. Pizza collided with cement walls and human targets. The few who did escape had either runny cheese in their hair or splattered sauce all over their clothes. Amanda snatched a slice stuck to the floor and looked for a victim. Her eyes crinkled with delight when she spied Ashley Prigham—the girl who had everything and knew it. Amanda hurled the droopy slice. However, her pitch didn’t cooperate; the pizza missed Ashley and sailed into Jordan Jensen’s face.

Amanda gulped. “Golden Jock” Jensen was probably the most popular and well-liked boy in the entire school, possibly even in the whole town of White Pines. Her shoulders slumped. Figures. I might as well stand in a pool of quicksand.

Suddenly, Amanda’s knees buckled as if she were really being sucked into the ground. Treena Mui had hit the floor, and then Amanda, with enough force to knock Amanda down. Treena looked up at Amanda like a helpless baby seal.

Amanda knitted her brows. What’s a rich kid like her doing at the Snack Program?

“S-S-Sorry, Amanda,” Treena stammered. “All that sauce on the floor, I guess.”

Standing, Amanda waved her hand. “Forget it, Treena.”

Treena grunted as she got to her feet, her plump belly jiggling with every move. She started to slip again.

Amanda grabbed Treena’s elbow and held her up. White Pines Elementary School’s drama club queen wouldn’t break a leg on her watch! Treena’s dream was to attend the premiere of her first movie within ten years’ time. Amanda envisioned some campy teen musical, and then bit her lower lip. At least Treena had a dream. She didn’t have a clue where she’d be next year, much less what she wanted to do for the rest of her life. It was enough to get a passing grade in math.

Treena giggled. “You have cheese and sauce all over your face!” She wiped a finger across Amanda’s cheek and stuck it into her mouth.

“Eww! That’s gross, Treena!”

Treena made a face. “I’ll say. It needs more garlic.”

She said it so seriously that Amanda started to giggle.

“Principal’s coming—run!” a boy yelled from behind them.

Amanda turned around. It was Ravi Sharma—the new kid with the fake hand. Amanda’s eyes widened, and her mind buzzed with the recent rumors circulating in the school’s hallways. Industrial accident—happened at his father’s plastic pail company—chewed off his entire hand—bones crunched, blood spurted everywhere. Now Sharma’s artificial hand was covered in tomato sauce, not blood, but Amanda’s imagination still ran wild.