Jessica Jones & the Gates of Penseron

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Jessica Jones & the Gates of Penseron

A novel for young teens; a timeless adventure in time


Jessica Jones is a little person, twelve years old. She is as happy as any other young girl her age, with two brothers, Jacob and Jeremy, with whom she gets along quite well---most of the time! To date, Jessica has enjoyed a perfectly ordinary life, living in the town of Dobson’s Creek, in the Northern reaches of Western Canada. She attends French immersion school (where she does quite well), plays the piano, works on her computer, enjoys her friends, and cheerfully takes part in whatever activities she is able to handle.

All of which was quite alright and quite ordinary, until one afternoon at the beginning of June, when the doorbell rang at number eleven, George Dobson Avenue, Dobson’s Creek. Jessica answered, and found a Mr. Hodlin standing on the steps, clutching a fat envelope containing first class, first prize tickets from the The Penseron Popcorn Company’s Learn Through Travel Contest. This year, it ‘happened to be’ an all expense paid visit to Britain, for the whole family. It was a contest Jessica could not recall entering!

After some dithering, and some persuasion, (Mrs. Jones was not sure if Mr. Hodlin was exactly the man he appeared to be), the entire family was on its way to England, and the City of York. Once safely there, they were soon parted: Jessica and Jacob in the company of one tour guide, Mr. Adam (Roodi) Roodemit; and the rest of the family under the wing of the other, Miss Daphne (Tuppence) Tupper.

But Roodi Roodemit is also not who he seems to be. Roodi speaks of ‘a gift’, which he insists Jessica possesses; furthermore, he offers a valuable gift of his own, which she does not want. Instead, she finds herself in an ancient churchyard behind Roodi’s antique shop where, with Jacob, she discovers a strange blue light: an odd, gate like shape, that only she can see. Once it is touched, however ...

The wonderful world of Penseron is entered only through the Janus Gates, named after Janus, the Roman God of Doorways and Portals. Or did the naming happen the other way round? There are thousands of such gates, scattered all about the planet. Only the ‘gifted’ are able to see them; the gifted, that is, and ‘Roodi’ Roodemit, whoever he may be. And every shimmering gateway has a number set beside it, cast in a plaque of speckled bronze. The number might be a small one, such as 23, or larger, such as 406, or 1590, or even 5047. What makes the numbers quite odd, though, is that behind each is written either the letters A.D. or B.C. Throughout Penseron, only one gate is an exception to this rule, and it has no number at all. It is simply known as the ‘Real Time’ gate ...

So ... follow Jessica and Jacob Jones through the Real Time Gate, and into Penseron, a strange, magic-like world (but definitely not magical), where the mind matters, and time matters not at all. For Penseron is in trouble: people are missing, treasures are being stolen, and worst of all, the strange world itself is quaking as if threatening to destroy itself.

Jessica finds herself quickly caught up in the problems of Penseron, and faces them with Abeth, a computer literate druid; Wulf, a fierce Viking who wears Gucci clothes; Wu Hou, an ancient Chinese lady, with the patience of a saint; and the terrible twins, Damon and Dobar, who could find trouble inside a padded cell. And of course there’s Archie and Harvey, who truly are something else, and Tullus, who is so bad he sometimes fears even himself.

Jessica and Jacob cross paths with many colourful characters as they try to solve both the problems and mysteries of Penseron, and in trying to do so, seem only to create their own. Follow sister and brother, separately and together, as they are forced to travel through time and danger: Celtic Britain, Ancient Rome, Elizabethan England, and other timeless places. Where, finally, with Penseron falling in on every side, and Jake in mortal peril, Jessica faces selfless choices that only she can make.