Time is fracturing and MI6 agent Tasha Stone is trapped in the break.
When a covert team reactivates the CodEx, an anomaly once buried in Churchill’s Black Vault, London begins to glitch. Time resets. Reality unravels. And each reset costs more than the last.
As chaos spreads: cyberattacks, signal failures, a looming bioterror threat, Tasha and the team race to track a hidden pattern through collapsing days. But someone else is watching. Learning. Adapting.
To stop what’s coming, Tasha must outwit a ghost enemy, survive the resets, and confront the truth behind her sister’s disappearance, an absence that might not be permanent after all.
I grew up in Manchester, England, where the streets know how to keep secrets. Now I live somewhere quieter, where clouds move without asking anything of me.
The years before were shaped by two very different worlds: the rigid discipline of the military and the restless hum of London’s media machine. Both were places where truth slipped beneath the surface, carrying a weight you were never quite allowed to untangle.
Now, I write, mostly alone, though never without Bob, my rescue dog, whose instincts are sharper than most people’s judgements. We move through the hush and clutter of rooms like a quiet pact, attuned to what remains unspoken.