Avoid the time paradox, they say. Paradoxes will rip apart the very essence of space and time, they warn.
It’s too late for that for Amber, a clerk at the Time Management Center, who spends her days filing time innies, outies and midlies. When she finds herself being hauled up the side of Mount Chicago, sprawled over the shoulder of a man she doesn’t know, she senses that something is off. Then again, it happened on the heels of one of her lowest days, a day she wasrelieved was over. Until it wasn’t. TheSpokes, which are supposed to keep everything when it’s supposed to be, aren’t doing their job, and it doesn’t help that their coffee’s not so great either.
Even worse, the whirling cone of infinity is back in her kitchen, she keeps running into herself everywhere, and people seem to be on to her about what she was doing—but shouldn’t have been doing—with her time files. For Amber, the Great Time Paradox is vastly overrated.