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Mom touched my underdress--a gown made six hundred years before--and her eyes widened as she rubbed the raw silk between thumb and forefinger. She turned and touched Lia's gown. "Where did you get these clothes?" In Cascade, the second book in the River of Time Series, Gabi knows she's left her heart in the fourteenth century and she persuades Lia to help her to return, even though they know doing so will risk their very lives. When they arrive, weeks have passed and all of Siena longs to celebrate the heroines who turned the tide in the battle against Florence--while the Florentines will go to great lengths to see them dead.But Marcello patiently awaits, and Gabi must decide if she's willing to leave her family behind for good in order to give her heart to him forever.

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Publié par	Baker Publishing Group
Date de parution	01 juin 2011
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781493420698
Langue	English
Poids de l'ouvrage	2 Mo

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Cascade
“A romantic tale that twists and turns with every page, Cascade is the ideal sequel to Waterfall . A riveting tale to the very end, this adventure follows Gabi back into the arms of the dashing Marcello as the events of history unfold around them in the present. Lisa T. Bergren leaves us with only one question: Can their love transcend time? Read this book—you won’t regret it. I could hardly put it down!”
Shannon Primicerio, author of The Divine Dance, God Called a Girl , and the TrueLife Bible study series

“While I found Waterfall to be thoroughly enjoyable, I thought Cascade was completely captivating. It’s so refreshing to read teen lit that isn’t full of darkness but is still exciting. The characters aren’t just more Bella and Edward wannabes—they have a fresh romance all their own, and that love story feels utterly real. I’ll be recommending this book to my teen readers every chance I get.”
Lindsay Olson, teen specialist for the Pikes Peak Library District
Praise for …
Waterfall
“I love stories about strong, capable young women—and I love stories set in other countries. Mix in a little time travel and some colorful characters, and Lisa Bergren has stirred up an exciting and memorable tale that teen readers should thoroughly enjoy!”
Melody Carlson, author of the Diary of a Teenage Girl and TrueColors series

“As the mother of two teens and two preteens, I found Waterfall to be a gutsy but clean foray into the young adult genre for Lisa T. Bergren, who handles it with a grace and style all her own. Gabriella Betarrini yanked me out of my time and into a harrowing adventure as she battled knights—and love! I heartily enjoyed Gabriella’s travel back into time, and I heartily look forward to Cascade, River of Time #2!”
Ronie Kendig, author of Nightshade

“I loved every minute of this adventure that took me out of our time and into the fourteenth century, and I marveled at how true to life teenage Gabi remained when facing extraordinary circumstances. Under Bergren’s guidance, I look forward to time traveling again in the next book of the River of Time series.”
Donita K. Paul, bestselling author of the DragonKeeper Chronicles and the Chiril Chronicles

“Diving into Waterfall reminded me why Lisa T. Bergren is one of my favorite authors. Unfolding adventures, fascinating characters, and exciting plot twists make this a stellar read. I loved it! Highly recommended!”
Tricia Goyer, award-winning author of twenty-five books, including The Swiss Courier
The River of Time Series
Waterfall
Cascade
Torrent
Bourne & Tributary
Deluge

© 2011 Lisa T. Bergren
Published by Bethany House Publishers 11400 Hampshire Avenue South Bloomington, Minnesota 55438 www.bethanyhouse.com
Bethany House Publishers is a division of Baker Publishing Group, Grand Rapids, Michigan. www.bakerpublishinggroup.com
Previously published by David C Cook
Ebook edition originally created 2011
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means—for example, electronic, photocopy, recording—without the prior written permission of the publisher. The only exception is brief quotations in printed reviews.
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data is on file at the Library of Congress, Washington, DC.
ISBN 978-1-4934-2069-8
This story is a work of fiction. All characters and events are the product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is coincidental.
Cover Design: Gearbox Studios
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CONTENTS
Cover
Endorsements
The River of Time Series
Title Page
Copyright Page
Epigraph
Note to Reader
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A Chat with Lisa Bergren
Discussion Questions
Historical and Factual Notes
Sneak Peek - Chapter One of Torrent
Join the River Tribe!
Acknowledgments
Back Ad
Back Cover
There is always one unexpected moment in life when a door opens to let the future in. —Graham Greene
Dear Reader,
Few of us have a real handle on the medieval time period and Italy’s history. So here are a few reminders before you dive back into Gabi and Lia’s story.…
In this era, Italy was volatile and divided into lots of city-states. The Vatican had been moved to Avignon, France, because the pope(s) felt safer there. The Vatican would stay away from Rome for almost seventy years total.
City-states were sometimes called communes, or republics, and were run by semidemocratic bodies or groups of elected leaders. In Siena, this group was the Council of Nine. Florence, or Firenze, had two councils with more than five hundred men; I’ve chosen to represent them with the fictional grandi, based on a smaller group that actually served as city advisors to the Fiorentini (people of Florence).
Other territories were ruled by rich lords with hilltop fortresses or castles—but most had to be in league with others (or had powerful connections) if they hoped to hold their territory for any length of time. Many hired mercenaries or knights to help them fight off anyone attempting to take what was theirs.
Florence and Siena, like all of the big city-states, alternated between peace and a struggle for power and territory. In the thirteenth century, the terms Guelph and Ghibelline came into use as people fought either for the emperor’s imperialistic goals (Ghibelline) or to follow the pope’s leadership (Guelph). For the purposes of this fourteenth-century series, Florence/Firenze is referred to as “Guelph” and Siena as “Ghibelline,” which is a simplistic generalization of their loyalties. But trust me, if we went deeper, I’d really risk losing you.
I see the backdrop of politics and history as seasoning to the fictional stew; the heart of the meal is the story itself. My hope is that this recap helps you stay with that!
—LTB
CHAPTER 1
Mom freaked out when she saw us, of course.
I couldn’t blame her, with Lia in her medieval gown. And me looking like I’d been mauled by a bear. Especially when two meaty guards were hauling us into Dr. Manero’s tent. “It’s all right, Mom,” I said, hands out, as she rushed toward us. Her face was white.
“Lasciateli,” she shouted in irritation— let them go —brushing the guards’ hands off our arms, staring at the blood on me. “Girls, what in the—”
“She’s all right, Mom,” Lia began. “It’s not as bad as it looks.”
“It’s okay,” I said, pushing her hands away as she touched my underdress—a gown made hundreds of years before—and tried to figure out what kind of wound had made me look like I’d been doused in ketchup. “I’m fine, Mom. Really.”
But her fingers remained on the raw weave of the silk fabric. Her beautiful blue eyes widened, then her narrow brows lowered as she rubbed it between thumb and forefinger and bent to study the weave. She turned and touched Lia’s gown. “Where did you get these clothes?”
“Mom,” I whispered, “can we talk about it alone?” Manero—Dr. Manero, my parents’ long-time adversary, a bigwig with the Societa Archeologico dell’ Italia —was staring at us with a smug look on his face, as if he had us all exactly where he wanted us.
“They were found in Tomb Two, Dr. Betarrini,” he said, crossing his arms. I pictured him stuffing a cigar into his mouth, leaning back in a chair, and putting his feet up on the desk, hands behind his head. “You know what giving unauthorized persons access can do to one’s site approvals.”
Mom frowned now and shook her head a little. “Impossible. They’d never…” Her words faded as she saw the sheepish looks in our eyes. “No. Girls, tell me you weren’t inside. No. Why?”
“Mom, we need to talk to you alone,” I said again.
She stared at me, eye to eye—we’re exactly the same height—and then at Lia, and finally at Manero. “Ci serve un’ attimo.” We need a minute.
“What’s to say? Yes, your papers are in order, but you clearly need my help here to secure the site. If your own daughters feel free to run roughshod over—”
“We were not ‘running roughshod’ over the site,” I bit back at him. “We were just peeking in.”
He raised one dark brow. “Climbing inside hardly constitutes peeking .”
Mom looked at us in horror.
“We need a minute, Mom ,” I said for the third time. “We can explain.”
She was getting that There’s-No-Explanation-for-Trespassing kind of wild fury look in her eyes. The sort that usually left her sputtering before she found her steam and really let us have it.
Lia saw it too. “Mom,” she said, “can we go outside?”
“No need,” Manero said, chin in the air. “I shall leave you three to discuss your business. I’ll return in fifteen minutes to discuss our business.”
“Thanks for the warning,” I muttered. He paused but did not turn, then left the tent.
Mom crossed her arms and took a seat on a folding stool. “Start talking.”
Lia and I shared a look. My head and heart were swirling. It was better that Lia told her. I sat down on a stool by the desk, face in my hands, looking at my mother and sister but thinking how lucky I was to be alive, and of Marcello Forelli, the most amazing man on the planet—of all time even. The guy I’d left in the past.
I’m not talking about breaking up yesterday. I’m talking about the past-past—as in the 1300s past. Lia was telling Mom about it, whispering as fast and as clearly as she could…how we’d put our hands on the prints in the Etruscan tomb—prints that seemed to be our own, they matched so closely—and how it had taken us back in time, to medieval Italy.
Mom’s eyes got bigger and bigger, her expression telling us that she thought we’d gone crazy. “Did you hit your head?” she asked, reaching for Lia’s blond hair, scanning her scalp for blood.
“No, Mom,” Lia said, lurching away in irritation. “Listen to me. I know it sounds c