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“Give yourself time to read them because once you begin, you won't be able to stop!” — Holly Newton, Meridian Magazine
His eyes. His touch. His kiss. Dante was unlike anyone Abby had ever met. Now he’s gone, and Abby will do anything to get him back . . .
The hourglass door has closed behind Dante, sending him back in time to hunt down Zo, Tony, and V. Abby knows that Dante, as a Master of Time, is the only one who can stop them from destroying time itself. She also knows that he will need her help. But almost immediately, things start to change, and Abby’s worst fears are realized when Zo begins targeting her past specifically.
As Abby’s world fractures around her, she must face a terrible truth: either Dante didn’t make it through the door, or he is lost forever. So with Dante’s blueprints in hand, she begins construction on a new door, a new time machine that will either save Dante — or doom him.
With each new change that ripples into her present, Abby’s life continues to spiral out of control. Her relationships with Jason, Natalie, and even her family are threatened to the breaking point — and beyond. Zo’s power is greater than Abby ever imagined, but as she struggles to free Dante, she receives help from an unexpected — and unlikely — ally.
The bank is eroding. The barriers are thinning. And time is running out.
- Hardcover: 5½" x 8"
- Pages: 416
- Published: 2010
- Paperback: 5½" x 8¼"
- Paperback Pages: 384
- Paperback Published: May 2011
- Book on CD: Unabridged
- Number of Discs: 7
- Run Time: Approx. 9.25 hours
About the Author
Lisa Mangum has loved and worked with books ever since elementary school, when she volunteered at the school library during recess. Her first paying job was shelving books at the Sandy Library. She worked for five years at Waldenbooks while she attended the University of Utah, graduating with honors with a degree in English. An avid reader of all genres, she has worked in the publishing department for Deseret Book since 1997. Besides books, Lisa loves movies, sunsets, spending time with her family, trips to Disneyland, and vanilla ice cream topped with fresh raspberries. She lives in Taylorsville with her husband, Tracy.
The middle passage. He’s been here before. Once, long ago—no, wait . . . not so long ago. He shakes his head. It’s hard to remember anything, swallowed up in this narrow throat of darkness.
A flash of white obscures his vision and he remembers.
A girl. Brown hair, brown eyes, a mouth sculpted to smile. He sees worry and fear in her eyes. And something else. A locket is fastened securely around her neck like a collar. Or a noose. He knows this girl. He struggles with his memory, forcing it to offer up a name.
Abby. Of course. Heat like a dying sun scorches through him at the thought of her name, turning the white flash red.
As the redness bleeds into black, he draws a trembling hand across his eyes. He made promises to the girl. To find. To bind. Promises he intends to keep.
Another streak of white flashes through his vision. Another memory. This one of sound. Is she yours? A high-pitched banshee wail of music. We’ll never be like them ever again, and the sooner you realize that, the better off you’ll be. The quiet click of a key turning in a lock. I couldn’t have done this without you. A low-throated laugh of success.
This time his memory is more cooperative, comfortable and familiar. His mouth is still heavy with the taste of victory. He savors the sweetness.
He remembers other encounters, other conversations with Dante, but those were the ones that counted. Had he ever truly been a threat? Or merely an annoyance? Dante had certainly done his best to stop him. Though if that was the best he had to offer, well, then there was no need to worry.
He made promises to Dante, too. Of vengeance. Of damna-tion. Promises he intends to keep as well.
Somewhere in the far distance he can hear footsteps. Not his. He hasn’t moved in this middle passage since the door closed behind him—how long ago? He shakes his head again. It doesn’t matter. All that matters now is what waits for him in the darkness.
He counts the steps, easily identifying and discarding the echoes, concentrating on the actual, individual footfalls. There. He tilts his head, listening with his whole body. A second set of footsteps rings through the stillness in a fleeting harmony. Good. Everyone is accounted for.
Words float through his mind: The gang’s all here. Something he heard once? Something he has yet to hear?
There is no rush. He knows where they are going. Or perhaps he should say when.
The footsteps clatter around him; they sound like bones rattling in the wind. He knows exactly who those footsteps
belong to, and he wonders why they don’t take more care to disguise themselves. He wonders why they even bother walking when it’s possible to slide—now here, now there—with the merest of thoughts. He considers the possibility they haven’t discovered that fact yet.
He remembers the first time the door closed behind him. The stench of his branded flesh. The taste of the cold, empty air. The weight of uncertainty, of limited options. Exiled from the river of time, he was once a prisoner bound to the bank.
But now, the door has closed behind him a second time, and everything is different. He looks down at his hands, marveling that the tattooed chains encircling his wrists have turned from black to gold. They are beautiful. Like the golden torques worn by the kings of old.
He laughs a little at the thought. There is no more old or new; the words have lost their meaning. There is only here and now. There is only what he wants. There is only him in this dark place, waiting to be born again into the light. The world is waiting for him to change it like Prometheus bringing down fire from the gods.
The air around him is still cold and metallic, but now when he draws a deep breath, it turns his body into a sword, all edges and violence. This time the uncertainty is gone. This time his options are limitless.
Embraced by the river of time, he has broken the bonds of the bank forever.
He can feel the ebb and flow of the river of time inside him now. He can see the possibilities unfolding with every breath. The sense of freedom and power is overwhelming.
He knows the others are feeling the same thing. He knows it will make them reckless, unpredictable. They do not have his control or his command. Without his leadership and guidance, they will squander this gift, they will waste this power. He cannot let that happen. He has plans.
He feels a grin slide across his face, and he takes a step forward.
He is surprised at how easy it is. This traveling through time. This effortless movement like flying, like dancing, like music. He is no longer afraid of what he has left behind, or of what might be waiting for him. After all, he knows what is waiting for him ahead in the darkness. The second door. The machine only works in pairs, he remembers. Two banks of the river, two doors. In one and out the other. It is an elegant design. Balanced. Complete. The symmetry of it makes him happy.
It’s been a long time since he’s felt this happy. He pauses. Maybe that’s wrong. Maybe it’ll be a long time until he feels this happy again. The past and future are interchangeable now; it’s hard to tell the difference. He does know one thing, though: He was born for this. His previous life seems like nothing so much as a shadow by comparison. He can see from horizon to horizon; better, he can see beyond the curve now. He can hear the smallest droplet of time forming inside the roaring of the river. How had he lived without this power? This awareness?
Now that he has it, he knows he will never let it go.
He was always the brightest, deserving of their loyalty and their devotion.
He will never let those go, either.
He is drawing closer to the footsteps. He can hear voices now, though just fragmented whispers of sound.. . . believe it . . . it’s true . . . it’s time . . .
With a rush, the whispers coalesce into solid sentences, individual voices: Tony and V.
He stays back a pace or two. No need to let them know he is so close. Not yet.
“I can’t believe she came with him,” Tony says.
V makes a noise halfway between a growl and a grunt.
“Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad she did. We’d still be stuck there without her help.” Tony laughs, a high note wavering on the edge of hysteria. “I guess I owe Zo an apology. I shouldn’t have doubted him.”
He frowns. Dissension in the ranks is not to be tolerated. Doubt is forbidden. He thought he had made that clear.
“Where is Zo, anyway?” Tony asks, looking around. “I’d have thought he’d be here by now.”
V grunts again. “I’m sure he’s coming. How much farther is it?”
Tony laughs. “Don’t you remember?”
“I just want to go home.” V sighs. “I’m tired of . . . all this.”
His frown deepens. How can V be tired of this already? Things are just getting started. He is just getting started.
“Oh, come on,” Tony chides. “Live a little. Or a lot, as the case may be.” His laugh transmutes into a giggle, high and childish.
“What’s wrong with you?” V asks.
The lie is loud in the space between them.
He shakes his head. Lies can be useful, but they must be used correctly or else they lose their power. And this is no place for lies. The machine will destroy them, squeeze them into oblivion and leave only the truth in its place. The machine is unforgiving, unrelenting. He admires that.
He wonders if Tony knows he’s lying or if he believes his own words. He wonders if it matters.
The darkness suddenly crackles into life, bright sparks flaring like stars spangled across the sky. The tiniest of golden glows blooms overhead, growing into a complex web of light laced through the shadows above Tony’s head. A second web appears over V’s head.
He looks up in time to see his own golden net hovering over him. Without consciously knowing how, he dampens the light. No need to announce his presence prematurely.
“That’s amazing,” Tony says, looking up at the golden drops. “I don’t remember that from last time.”
“I think it’s new. Things have changed, remember.”
Tony slaps V on the back. “Change is good. It’s a brave new world, amico mio. And we will be the masters of it.”
V grunts again; his shoulders hunch under a shrug.
“What? Everything is here for the taking. Don’t tell me you don’t want some of it.” Tony rubs at the golden cuffs around his wrists and laughs.
“I can’t have what I want,” V says, shoving his hands into his pockets.
“That’s no way to think. Listen, we’ll be to the door in no time at all”—Tony giggles again, a mad light flickering in his eyes—“and you’ll see. You’ll feel it.” He circles V, a capering jester laughing at his own unfathomable jokes.
“I already feel it.” V frowns. “And I think you’re feeling it too much. Stop that, Tony. You’re making me nervous.”
He agrees. There is a wrongness emanating from Tony. The edges of his body seem softer, thinner than before. He thinks of the word suffused. Of the word bloated. Of the word decomposing.
He can feel the pressure building inside Tony. After spending all those years controlling the pressure from the river, he is surprised that Tony has missed identifying something so important to his survival. He hadn’t realized Tony was so weak.
He wonders if he should intervene. Warn him. But he’s curious to see what they will do. How capable they are without him. He wants to know how much they need him.
“Hurry, hurry, hurry!” Tony grabs V’s arm and pulls him forward. “We’re late, we’re late, for a very important date.”
“Quit it,” V barks, yanking his arm away. “Stop acting so crazy.”
There is a strange note in V’s voice but there is no time to identify it. The gold-flecked shadows overhead have ended suddenly in a hard edge. A solid wall rears up before them, tall as a tower, narrow, foreboding.
It is the black door.
He can see a glimmer of brass and knows that the hinges on this door only swing in. There are no elaborate designs on this slab of black. There is no need. No one ever expected anyone would lay eyes on this side of the machine.
He grins. He loves shattering expectations. It’s important to be the first. The best.
This is the door that will lead him into a new life. He can feel the thrumming hum of energy trapped just on the other side of the door. So close. Close enough to touch. Almost. Almost.
The promise of power is screaming like a high wind through his ears. It will take only a touch to tame it, claim it for his own. The pull is insistent. Immediate. He lowers a hand he hadn’t realized he’d raised.
He hears chimes ringing, a melody that is at once familiar and alien.
It is time—in more ways than one.
“We should wait for Zo,” V says. “He’ll want to go first.”
“Who died and made him king?” Tony’s words slur together in a lump of sound. They knock against the shivery chimes, a discordant clash. “I’m going to do what I want for a change.” His laugh sounds like a seam ripping apart. “My way this time.”
Tony lifts a hand, reaches for the door.
The music swells like a rising tide. The pressure gathers, thick as a storm cloud, focused as a tornado’s funnel.
He thinks of the word crescendo. Of corrupted.
V takes a step back. “No, don’t—”
Tony touches the door.
A supernova of white reverses the world from dark to light in an instant. Heat floods the narrow space—a fire that doesn’t burn, but one that is deadly all the same.
The golden stars over Tony’s head begin to wink out one by one. The delicate web strung between them begins to sag and droop, falling, fading. In the harsh white light of destruction, Tony himself grows thinner, fainter, torn apart like a cloud in the wind.
He hears Tony scream. The laughter is ripped from his voice, and all that is left is pain. He watches Tony writhe, caught by forces he can’t see, much less stop. His body begins to disappear, an emptiness that eats away at his chest before spreading out through his arms, up his neck, down his legs. He struggles, fighting against the impossible.
His mouth vanishes, and his scream is nothing more than a fading echo. The golden chains on his wrists shimmer like mirages. He is a faint outline against the burning white. For a moment, he holds his shape, and then the outline disperses like ashes.
Tony is gone, unraveled. Erased from existence.
There is no sound. Even the chimes are silent. He is alone with V. He looks at the stunned expression on V’s face, follows his gaze.
There is a hole where the door used to be. A portal that empties out onto a familiar room, a familiar sight. The courtroom is empty tonight. He smiles. This time there will be no judge, no guards to watch them travel through the door. This time no one will ask him any questions.
He is glad now that he didn’t intervene. If he had stopped Tony, then he would have been the one to trigger the trap. He would have been the one blasted into oblivion instead of the one to cross through the portal and step onto his homeland after more years than he cares to count.
He walks forward. He can feel the weight of V’s gaze on his shoulders, equal parts surprise and fear. That is good. It’s good to keep people on their toes. Prepared.
He feels he should miss Tony more than he does. Ah, well. Perhaps later. For now, V is enough. He will have to be.
“Come, Vincenzio,” he says. “Let’s go home.”
V hesitates for a bare moment, then falls in behind him, following in his footsteps across the threshold.
A warm ripple passes over him, into him. And then he is through. He is home.
He draws in a deep breath, feeling free and whole. Turning, he looks back into the dark heart of the machine. The walls, the ceiling, the floor—everything glows with a white-hot light. As he watches, the light begins to spread deeper into the machine, moving with the speed of a wildfire and leaving behind only ash in its wake.
Though he left a warning not to follow, he secretly hopes Dante disobeyed. And if he did follow, he hopes he survives the coming onslaught.
Things are about to get interesting.
by John - reviewed on March 13, 2010
I enjoyed Hourglass Door but I will tell you that Golden Spiral is even better. I won’t give any spoilers here, but will say that the book is even more suspenseful than Hourglass Door. The plot is intriguing and the idea of the different streams of time had my head spinning. Can’t wait for The Forgotten Locket (Book 3).
by Heather - reviewed on May 10, 2010
In The Golden Spiral, book two of the Hourglass Door trilogy, Abby’s life has made a 180 degree turn. Her boyfriend, Dante, has disappeared through a time portal, stuck in a between place that’s impossible to reach without the hourglass door. But the door has been destroyed, and Abby has only a small amount of time to create new one. Problem is, the reality around her continues to change as Zo manipulates time, drastically altering Abby’s life. First it’s her friend, Justin, then her college scholarship. When her family is affected, Abby will take any risk to undo Zo’s destruction. Her friend, Valerie is the only one with answers, but she is under strict surveillance at a mental hospital. As the second installment of this YA series, The Golden Spiral continues the fascinating and highly creative story of time travel. Mangum’s writing style is fresh, with a strong literary voice, and will draw readers into the psyche of the various characters and their struggles to understand who they can trust and who still holds dark secrets. Intriguing and suspenseful, The Golden Spiral is an engaging sequel, which will both please readers and leave them anxious for volume three, The Forgotten Locket.
by Lilyan - reviewed on May 21, 2010
I love a book I can't put down. From the first page I knew I would have to keep reading until I knew how Abby would find a way to get Dante back. I love the imagery the author evokes through her usage of words. I was sad to reach the end of the book and feel the effects of time on me knowing I have to wait another year for the end of the story.
by Brenda - reviewed on April 02, 2012
I Really enjoyed all three books so much that I shared them with my nephew and his girlfriend and they loved them also. I can't wait till Lisa writes other books. She is Awesome, The series was Awesome.
by Pamela - reviewed on March 11, 2010
This book gets going right from the start and doesn't stop. Since we all know the caracters from the first book, she doesn't need to spend alot of time introducing them to us again. Which means she there is more story and less regurgitation. I can easily relate to Abby and like her. One of the things I like best about her is that she is strong, brave and uses her brain. When times get tough she doesnt sit around and feel sorry for herself, she does something about it unlike other heroins of this genre. The romance is sweet and genuine. She keeps you on your toes wondering how this mess will work out. I enjoyed this book very much and would recommend it to anyone. I am eagerly looking forward to finding out how the story ends.
by Teresa - reviewed on March 31, 2010
I fell in love with the Hour Glass Door it has become one of my favorite books. The Golden Spiral was just as good if not better. I couldn’t put it down, I just had to keep reading to see how Abby was going to get out of the different messes that were happening because of the river of time. She is very resourceful and brave. I can’t wait for the 3rd book to come out to see how the story ends.
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by Jamie - reviewed on May 03, 2010
What an incredible book! Loved it from start to finish, and craving more!!!! My stepdaughter loves it too. Fun for all the family. Best part? There are two more coming! Yes!!!
Great Sequel, a Must Read
by Beth - reviewed on May 21, 2010
As with The Hourglass Door, I felt that this was a must read for teens that love to read. Not only did my entire family like it (brothers included) but a lot of my friends have also fallen in love with this magical and enchanting series. I was extremely happy with the second novel in this series, not only was it the page turner that I was hoping, it also moved the story right along, I never once felt like it was a 'filler' novel, you know stating nothing, just sort of waiting around for the conclusion. This novel had so many interesting facts, and strengthened all of the relationships from the first, right down to the smallest details from Abby's relationships with her friends, to those of her family along with Dante and Leo. It was so engaging that I could not put it down. I was incredibly satisfied and will definitely be pre-ordering the Heart Shaped Locket.
by Customer - reviewed on July 03, 2012
THIS STARTS OUT ON THE FIRST PAGE WITH CURSING. NOT REPRESENTATIVE OF THE BOOK STORE OR THE CHURCH. VERY DISSAPOINTED THAT THE STORE WOULD CARRY THIS BOOK, ALSO DISSAPOINTED THAT COVENANT WOULD REPRESENT A BOOK/AUTHOR WHICH USES THIS LANGUAGE. WOULD NOT RECCOMEND THIS BOOK TO ANYONE WHO IS SENSITIVE TO THIS TYPE OF LANGUAGE.
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