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Sci-Fi/Fantasy (Alternative history) ISBN: 1-4140-1488-0 List price is $24.95 Paperback ISBN: 1-4140-1487-2 List price is $35.95 Hardcover FORWARD TO CAMELOT By Susan Sloate & Kevin Finn Excerp FORWARD TO CAMELOT By Susan Sloate & Kevin Finn Excerpt From pages 201-202 The man in the doorway was yawning, and his bright chestnut hair, threaded with gray, was tousled. He wore half glasses down on his nose and held a thick typewritten report in one hand. His silk tie was pulled down, his white shirt was rumpled. His eyes, though bloodshot, focused on us politely. I was face to face with President John F. Kennedy. He looked at us, puzzled. Looked around the empty hallway. The agents he was accustomed to seeing were missing. I knew if I didn’t speak that I’d never have another chance, but I couldn’t think of a thing to say. The President looked at us, raised an eyebrow. “Mr. President, my name is Cady Cuyler.” Beside me, I felt Lee start at the words. “I’ve come a long way to speak to you. Please, it’s very urgent.” He was still puzzled. “Where’s my Secret Service detail?” I took a deep breath. In for a penny, in for a pound. ”They’re out drinking at a nightclub called The Cellar, here in Fort Worth. They left a couple of Fort Worth firemen to guard you. We got rid of them. Your agents won’t get in till very late tonight.” Kennedy looked down at me. His eyes were a bit brighter, though it was now close to 2 a.m. He looked over at Lee, who gave him a tense smile, and stood almost at military attention. He looked back at me and asked quietly, “And how do you know this?” It was time. His hand was on the doorknob. Almost imperceptibly, he was inching it shut. I took a deep breath. “I’ll tell you, but you’re not going to believe me.” I waited; he waited too. But he was listening; I still had a chance. “I’m from the future. I don’t live in Dallas in 1963. I live in New York in the year 2000. And I’m here to warn you, and save you if I can. If you don’t listen to me now … you’re going to die in less than 12 hours.”