Whispering Tower


Stuck in London for one of her mom’s work trips, Skye Humphries can’t help holding a grudge when she ends up roped into a summer tour group with Philip-who-crushed-her-heart. But when Skye and Philip find themselves barreling through time after unsuspectingly opening the veil between...


Stuck in London for one of her mom’s work trips, Skye Humphries can’t help holding a grudge when she ends up roped into a summer tour group with Philip-who-crushed-her-heart. But when Skye and Philip find themselves barreling through time after unsuspectingly opening the veil between the past and present, they’re thrust into a world where Skye’s very life is in danger.
If Skye had known her choices were between summering with Philip or being sacrificed to the god of the skies, she might have changed her attitude. Now she must figure out what’s most important to her—getting even for the past or having a future.




Present Day


Skye stared at Big Ben in the distance, watched it tick away the time, taking her life with it. A few blocks from her hotel window, the London Eye Ferris wheel rose toward the sky. Tourists and locals mingled in the streets around it, preparing to start their day. Too bad she wouldn’t be starting hers down at the London Eye, instead of with breakfast in the hotel restaurant.

“You’re not ready yet?” Mom’s impatient voice came from the door between their plush hotel rooms.

Skye kept her mouth shut. She hated these trips, but she tried not to take it out on Mom. Most kids at school would kill for a parent who travelled the world and took their teen along, but long hours away from home, while Mom worked eighteen-hour days? Not fun. At least at home, she had the soup kitchen where she volunteered and the people who volunteered with her. The people who had become her friends.

Here? She was on her own. Dad had offered to let Skye stay with him, and she’d almost said yes.


“I’ll be ready.” She turned back to the window, her gaze going back to Big Ben.

“Still working on homework?” Mom moved into the room. She glanced over Skye’s shoulder.

Skye looked at her laptop screen. She’d been working through a lesson on ancient Mesopotamia from Mr. Kilpatrick’s class. Now, that was something to smile about. The rituals of the ancient peoples fascinated her. She’d gone over the information a few dozen times with her history teacher. He was great about video chatting with her, delving deeper into the customs, languages, and religions used four thousand years ago. He’d even helped her narrow down the best college choices if she planned to pursue archeology. Someone had to help her, since Mom never had the time.

“I’m about halfway through.” Really, she should have been done hours ago. The time difference between Tennessee and London had jarred her, and she’d been awake forever. Besides, last time she’d slept was on the plane, and she’d had a bad dream she didn’t want to repeat.

But Mom had mentioned breakfast with her business partner and his son, Philip Matthews, and Skye was hoping Mom would let her skip if she hadn’t finished her school work yet.

“You’ll have lots of time to finish it later,” Mom said.

OK, not skipping breakfast.

“Go get ready,” Mom called over her shoulder as she moved back to her own room.

Skye stayed put, her gaze going back to that clock. Big Ben, telling time for a hundred and fifty years. If only those fancy clock hands could wind backward. Back to a week ago, when Mom had announced the London trip. Back to just before she’d told Dad, and he’d invited her to stay with him and his new wife, Gloria. She’d asked Mom, and Mom had freaked. Yeah, she definitely would stop herself from asking that question. Besides, Dad had only invited her out of pity. His eyes had been anything but welcoming.

She winced at the painful memory and quickly turned back to her laptop. After saving her work and shutting down the computer, she moved to the bathroom for a shower. Thick, plush carpet softened every footstep, and floor to ceiling windows lined an entire wall of her room.

Three different shower heads blasted steamy water against the fancy tiles, and Skye took a deep breath. She would make it through this breakfast. Make it through this trip. As always.

She’d already contacted All Nations Church, for whom she’d done benevolence work on past London trips. Keeping busy was the best way to keep her mind off of things like Mom yanking her around, and Dad patronizing her. And staying on the same hotel floor as Philip Matthews—for an entire summer.

The hot water was good at burning away the bad feelings, allowing her body to relax and her mind to wander. Steam swirled through the bathroom, and Skye took another deep, cleansing breath. Everything would be fine.

The billowing steam fogged up the mirror. It reminded her of something.

Billowing sand?

She frowned. The dream. She had been somewhere dry and dusty. Alone?

No, not alone, but she couldn’t remember who had come.

Mrs. Garrison, one of the women who frequented the soup kitchen where she helped out back home, would call Skye’s dream déjà vu. Skye always smiled along with Mrs. Garrison’s crazy beliefs, but she didn’t go for stuff like déjà vu. Seeing into the future…or past? A little too hard to believe. No, the dream was probably her subconscious working through the stuff she was learning in history.

Whatever it meant, it gave her nothing but bad feelings. Loneliness. Abandonment. Fear.

Yeah. Bad feelings.

She hurried through her blazing shower then dried her hair and threw on the least wrinkly outfit she could find. Looking in the mirror, she held in her sigh. Mom wouldn’t like the outfit—she always complained at Skye’s lack of interest in fashion—but Skye’s black leggings and long black tunic were pretty, in her opinion. Her soft, blonde hair fell in waves just below her shoulders, which Mom also hated.

Skye couldn’t help it that she never quite met Mom’s expectations.

She gritted her teeth as she grabbed her camera bag and headed to Mom’s side of the suite. They’d come to London lots of times for Mom’s business trips, but this one was different. Instead of a week-long trip of meetings and schmoozing, Mom and Philip’s dad were overseeing the building of Earth Corp’s newest skyscraper—Vague du Futur: the wave of the future. They would be in London for the last three weeks of school and for the entire summer.

Mom’s job being on the fritz also made the trip different. Mom was being edged out by someone, and she suspected it was Phil Matthews, whom she’d been working with for ages.

As much as Skye hated being taken advantage of, she felt sorry for Mom. In spite of all of Mom’s faults, Skye loved her, which was the only reason she’d finally agreed to come along on this torturous trip.

“I’m ready.” Skye winced at the snap in her voice.

Mom bent over her suitcase, digging through it. “Great.” She stood up, holding a small bag like a prize. “Almost done.” She rushed to the bathroom, and Skye got an eyeful of Mom’s outfit. Navy business suit, complete with white blouse, pearls, and nude heels.

Yeah, Mom wouldn’t like Skye’s outfit, even if she didn’t mention it.

Skye flopped onto the edge of the enormous bed. These suites were nicer than others they’d stayed at lately. This “wave of the future” building must be pulling in a big payday. Most of the time, the exuberance of the job came in the form of fancy gifts from Mom’s clients. Once, it was a purse from Paris. Skye had looked it up online, and it had been worth thousands. Mom had given the purse to her, and she’d pawned it to buy groceries for Mrs. Garrison. Another time, it’d been an old copper bracelet. It’d looked cool, as if it’d come from an ancient dig site. Skye had kept that one for a while, but the next time Mrs. Garrison ran out of food, Skye had hocked the bracelet, too.

But this place? Way more expensive than a designer purse. Mom’s side of the suite was as fancy as Skye’s. Confusing art pieces lined the walls, swirling in messy waves. A fountain trickled water in one corner, and one side table held a large glass tube filled with colored sand art.

Skye studied the art. The swirly paintings on the walls and the sand art all looked as if it’d been created by a five-year-old. It didn’t make any sense to her.

Mom rushed from the bathroom a few minutes later, and they headed to the elevator together. Skye pulled out her camera and snapped a few pictures of the ornate elevator buttons. Mom quirked an eyebrow but didn’t say anything, going back to the e-mails on her phone instead.

Skye hadn’t looked at her phone once since leaving the states. Mostly because she knew no one would be e-mailing or texting her. Eighty-year-old ladies like Mrs. Garrison didn’t use the latest technology.

The elevator dinged, and Mom led them to the hotel’s restaurant.

Skye held her stomach, hating the way it twisted. She’d managed to ignore her impending doom all morning, but breakfast with Philip Matthews? How could Mom do that to her?

Yeah, she and Philip used to be friends, but that was about a million years ago. Before Dad left, and before Philip started acting weird around her. Before he ditched her in ninth grade for a whole new set of friends and started hanging out with the kids who called her “cloudy” Skye.

“We’re meeting the Matthews’ party,” Mom told the host.

He smiled and checked his book. Even this early, he wore a full tuxedo.

Skye glanced at her own clothes again. Maybe she was underdressed.

“You are the first to arrive,” he said, smile still in place. “Follow me.”

Philip wasn’t here yet? Skye breathed out a relieved sigh. That was good. Maybe he’d have more success at getting out of the breakfast than she had—because there was no way he was not trying to get out of it. She may not have hung out with him for three years, but she still knew him.

The Philip Matthews she remembered went after what he wanted, and she doubted he wanted to eat breakfast with her.

Reviews (2)

by PBG M.

Interesting plot--a mixture of syfy fantasy and Biblical historical fiction, with a touch of innocent teen romance. It was fast-paced, with well-developed and relatable characters. Definitely good for all ages, especially middle-school & high-school age groups. The underlying theme of forgiveness, trust, and God's unfailing love was clear and effortlessly woven into the storyline. I did not realize this was the second group in a series; even so, I did not feel lost or confused. Overall, this book was wholesome, fun, and God-centered. Jackie -PBG Booklover

by Lisa L.

Sweet young adult story, second in a series, but a standalone. Time traveling teens Skye and Philip use Stonehenge for an experiment and accidentally return to ancient Sumer in time for Skye to be mistaken for the goddess Hebat to be sacrificed at the Tower of Babel. Skye wears a boatload of angst on her shoulders as her mother uses her as a "personal therapist." That's not a fair relationship between a workaholic divorcee and her teen daughter who's not crazy about being yanked from the last three weeks of school and forced to make nice with her mom's business partner's son, Philip, a boy who let her down and whom she now despises. Things change when a tour around ancient ceremonial sites takes a weird turn and the two are forced to rely on each other for safety and a return, somehow, to their own time. Both Skye and Philip get a fresh chance to know each other and understand their strengths and weaknesses through the lens of wealth and slavery in a pagan culture on the cusp of