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Owen turned to Cat but she was staring into the woods, her face a mast of fear. Far off, but moving closer, were two figures, both white, both faceless, seeming to glide between the trees. "The Harsh" whispered Cati."They're here."

One day the world around Owen shifts oddly: Time flows backwards, and the world and family he knew disappear. Time can only be set right when the Resisters vanquish their ancient enemies, the Harsh. Unless they are ...
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Owen turned to Cat but she was staring into the woods, her face a mast of fear. Far off, but moving closer, were two figures, both white, both faceless, seeming to glide between the trees. "The Harsh" whispered Cati."They're here."

One day the world around Owen shifts oddly: Time flows backwards, and the world and family he knew disappear. Time can only be set right when the Resisters vanquish their ancient enemies, the Harsh. Unless they are stopped, everything Owen knows will vanish as if it has never been...And Owen discovers he has a terrifying role to play in this battle: he is the Navigator.

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Editorial Reviews

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One day, time begins to change course. Everything that Owens knows and loves will slip away like sand, unless he can reverse this cruel process. Award-winning Northern Ireland author Eoin McNamee has written a fast-breaking time-travel adventure that places young readers in the characters' perilous predicament.
Publishers Weekly
McNamee (Resurrection Man, for adults) makes his YA debut with an inventive time travel story. Owen lives in the shadow of a father who committed suicide, but readers barely get to meet the young hero before he encounters a tiny man who warns him, "It has begun... it is to be you." From there, Owen is whisked to the Workhouse, "the center of the Resisters to the Harsh and the frost of eternal solitude that they wish to loose upon the earth." He is taken in by these "custodians of time," who tell him about the Harsh-faceless creatures that "long for emptiness, for cold nothingness." To this end, the Harsh have begun the Puissance, which is causing time to run backwards. In order to defeat the Harsh, Owen and new friend Cati must find the Mortmain, a device of unknown shape and size that can destroy the Great Machine causing the Puissance. The Mortmain recalls Rowling's "portkey" concept-a magical artifact, hiding in plain sight as an everyday object, which may feel a bit derivative to some readers. But the ultimate discovery of that object and its keeper ties the book's ending to its beginning in satisfying fashion. McNamee's setting is certainly unique, and readers who relish the brain-teasing nature of time-travel stories will also relish this book and its planned sequels. Ages 9-12. (Jan.) Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
Children's Literature - Kathleen Foucart
Owen is a normal boy trying to avoid the strange looks he gets as the son of a man who supposedly killed himself, and a mother who is slowly being lost to what seems to be depression. Then one day a strange incident occurs, sending him to the Workhouse, an island in time. There he learns that time has started to flow backwards, making it as though the entire world and everything he has ever known, including his mother, have never existed. The Harsh are the ones making time go the wrong way; it is up to the new people Owen has met, the Resisters, to set time back to rights. But some of the Resisters distrust Owen because of something his father did, and now Owen has to find a way to fix time—both to clear his father's name and to get back in time to his mother. In this wonderful story, McNamee brings his skill to writing for a younger audience in a novel that not only bends but alters and rearranges time. This is a story not to be missed by fans of Kate Thompson's The New Policeman or Madeline L'Engle's A Wrinkle in Time.
VOYA - David Goodale
Owen emerges from his secret hideaway to discover that his world has changed. His house and mother have disappeared, and familiar landscapes have transformed. Owen soon learns that an ancient battle is again being waged between the Harsh and the Resisters. The Harsh have caused time to flow backward and hope to destroy humanity. The Resisters, who only awaken from their sleep to battle the Harsh, must depend on Owen, who is the Navigator like his father before him. Only the Navigator can wield the special object known as the Mortmain that will correct the flow of time. McNamee's novel is intelligently crafted and rife with subplots and surprises. There is an abundance of action, and the story moves at an incredibly swift pace toward a rewarding conclusion. Teen readers will find this book difficult to put down and will feel compelled to read "just one more chapter." The author succeeds in creating an enthralling science fiction world unlike most others, filled with ingenious vehicles and devices, memorable characters, and its own vernacular. Although the main character is male, there are strong female characters who will appeal to female readers as well. Younger teens will turn the pages with marvel, and older teens who read below grade level will also find this book irresistible. Librarians who purchase this title will have no need to make time flow backward in order to undo a regrettable acquisition that collects dust on the shelves.
School Library Journal

Gr 5–8
This fantasy by Irish author McNamee introduces Owen, whose father has died mysteriously, and whose mother has sunk into a depression. Out in his wilderness hideaway, he catapults into a time vortex where he meets a girl named Cati and her fellow Wakeful. Their eternal task is to fight the Harsh, a powerful ice people who upend time, running it backward so that humans no longer exist. Owen, Cati, and other Wakeful set out to find the Puissance, the place where it is foretold that the Navigator, a legendary figure, can defeat the Harsh and restore proper time. Readers who head for D. J. MacHale's "Pendragon" (S & S) and Garth Nix's "The Keys to the Kingdom" (Scholastic) series may like this one as well, but it sometimes strains credibility. The idea that time is moving backward (from modern to medieval times by novel's end), but that all humanity immediately disappears (even though there were humans back then) is hard to accept. And while Owen and Cati are plucky adventurers, the descriptions sometimes fall flat, and the transitions are occasionally abrupt. Consider this title an additional purchase; acquire where Kenneth Oppel's Airborn (HarperCollins, 2004) and similar titles are popular.
—Caitlin AugustaCopyright 2006 Reed Business Information.

Kirkus Reviews
When Owen meets a short, uniformed stranger, his peaceful, isolated life in a rural town changes into something else altogether. He joins the Resisters-a group that has opposed for centuries the attempts of the cold-wielding, seductive Harsh to reverse time and wipe out all life but their own. The story begins with an engaging description of the town and countryside, which establishes the geography of the area and provides a basis for understanding its deterioration as time runs backwards. Characters fascinate and convince; and the Harsh's villainous human stooges lend a touch of slapstick that is both macabre and amusing. Magnetism fuels exotic technology that includes a power whip, airplanes that never fail and explosive crossbow bolts. McNamee, author of the adult literary thriller Resurrection Man, shows a deft hand in writing for children. Excellent world-building, a thrilling and propulsive plot, internal consistency and a multitude of child heroes guarantee a following for this exciting fantasy. Readers will want the few loose threads left at the end of this rip-roaring read to be resolved in the promised sequel. (Fantasy. 10-13)
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780307497000
  • Publisher: Random House Children's Books
  • Publication date: 1/16/2009
  • Series: Navigator Trilogy Series , #1
  • Sold by: Random House
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 368
  • Sales rank: 1,073,379
  • Age range: 9 - 12 Years
  • File size: 3 MB

Meet the Author

Eoin McNamee is an award-winning author of novels for adults. His first novel, Resurrection Man, was made into the film. The author lives in County Sligo, Ireland.

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There was something different about the afternoon. It seemed dark although there wasn’t much cloud. It seemed cold although the sun shone. And the alder trees along the river stirred and shivered although the wind did not seem to blow. Owen came over the three fields and crossed the river just below the Workhouse on an old beech tree that had fallen several years before, climbing from branch to branch with his eyes almost closed, trying not to look down, even though he knew the river was narrow and sluggish at that point and that there were many trailing branches to cling to if he fell. Only when he reached the other side did he dare to look down, and even then the black, unreflecting surface seemed to be beckoning to him so that he turned away with a shudder.

He had woken early that morning. It was Saturday and he had tried to get back to sleep, but that hadn’t worked, so he had got up and got dressed. Before his mother could wake, Owen had slipped out of the house and down to Mary White’s shop. Mary had run the shop for many years. It was small and packed with goods and very cozy, with good cooking smells coming from the kitchen behind. Mary, who was a shrewd but kindly woman, had smiled at Owen when he came in. Before he had even asked, she handed him a packet of bacon, milk, and half a dozen eggs. He had no money, but then he never had. Mary used to write down what he got in a little book, but now she didn’t even bother with that. As always, she could see his embarrassment.

“Stop looking so worried,” she had said. “You’ll pay it back someday. Besides, you have to be fed, for all our sakes.”

She often said mysterious things like that, telling him that it was a pleasure and a privilege to look after him. Owen didn’t know what she meant, for no one else seemed to think that way. Sometimes, when he walked through the little town at the bottom of the hill, you would think he had a bad smell the way people shied away from him and whispered behind their hands. It was the same in school. Sometimes it seemed the only reason that anybody ever talked to him was in order to start a fight. He knew that he had no father, and that his clothes were older and more worn than those of the other boys and girls at the school, but something seemed to run deeper than that.

“It’s not that they don’t like you,” Mary had said, in her curious way. “They see something in you that both frightens them and attracts them as well. People don’t like things that they don’t understand.”

When Owen got back to the house, he cooked the bacon and eggs and took them up to his mother. She woke and smiled sleepily at him, as if awakened from a pleasant dream, then looked around her and frowned, as if bad old memories had come flooding back. He handed her the tray and she took it without thanking him, a vague, worried look on her face. She was like that most of the time now.

Then there was the photograph. It had been taken shortly after Owen had been born. His father was holding him in the crook of one arm, his other arm around Owen’s mother. He was dark-haired and strong and smiling. His mother was smiling as well. Even the baby was smiling. The sun shone on their faces and all was well with the world. After his father’s death, Owen’s mother had taken to carrying the photograph everywhere, looking at it so often that the edges had become frayed. As a reminder of happier times, he supposed. Then one day he noticed that she hadn’t looked at it. “Where is it?” he had asked gently. “Where is the photograph?”

She looked up at him. “I lost it,” she’d said, and her eyes were full of misery. “I put it down somewhere and I don’t remember. . . .”

Now he made a bacon sandwich for himself and took it to his room, where he sat on his wooden chest to eat it. The lock on the trunk was missing and it had never been opened. There was a name on it, J M Gobillard et Fils. It sounded strange and exotic and always made him wish that he was somewhere exciting. Owen knew that his father had brought it back from somewhere and had insisted on it being put in his room, but that was all he knew about it.

He looked around. The only things he really owned in the world were in that room. The old chest. A guitar with broken strings. A dartboard. A set of cards and a battered CD player. There was a replica Spitfire hanging on fishing line from the ceiling. There were a few books on a broken bookcase, a pile of old jigsaws, and a Game Boy.

Owen stood up on the chest and scrambled through the window and onto the branch of a sycamore tree. He swung expertly to the ground from a low branch and set off across the fields.

Owen crossed the burying banks below the mass of the old Workhouse and climbed the sloping bank, passing through the long, tree-lined gully that split the slope. It wasn’t that he was hiding from anyone. He just liked the idea of being able to move about the riverbank without anyone seeing him. So he found routes like the gully, or tunnels of hazel and rowan, or dips in the ground that rendered you suddenly invisible. The riverbank was ideal for this. There were ridges and trenches and deep depressions in the ground, as though the earth had been worked over again and again.

It took ten minutes to skirt the Workhouse. It was a tall, forbidding building of cut stone perched on an outcrop of rock that towered above the river. It had been derelict for many years and its roof had fallen in, but something about it made Owen shiver. He had asked many people about its history, but they seemed reluctant to talk. He had asked Mary White about it.

“I bet there are ghosts,” he said.

She’d leaned forward in the gloom of her small shop and met his gaze with eyes that seemed suddenly stern and blue in a wrinkled face.

“No ghosts,” she had said, giving him a strange look. “No ghosts at the Workhouse. But there are other things. That place has been there longer than anyone thinks.”

It took another ten minutes to reach the Den. Owen checked the entrance, as he did every time. A whitethorn bush was bent across it, tied with fishing line. Behind that he had built up a barrier of dried ferns and pieces of bush. The barriers were intact. He moved them carefully aside and rearranged them behind him. He found himself in a clearing just big enough to stand in. The space was lit from above by the sunlight passing through a thick roof of ferns and grass, so it was flooded with greenish light. In front of him was an old wooden door he had pulled from the river after the winter floods. He had attached it to the stone doorway of the Den with leather hinges, but it was still stiff and took all his strength to open.

Inside, things were as he had left them. The Den was roughly two meters square, a room dug into the hillside, its roof supported by old roots. The floor was earth and the walls were a mixture of stones and soil. Owen had found it two years ago while looking for hazelnuts. He had cleared it of fallen earth and old branches and had put an old piece of perspex in a gap in the roof. The roof was under an outgrowth of brambles halfway up the steep part of the slope and the perspex window was invisible while still providing the same greenish light as the space in front of the door.

He had furnished the Den with a sleeping bag and an old sofa that had been dumped beside the river. There were candles for winter evenings, and a wooden box where he kept food. The walls were decorated with objects he had found around the river and in Johnston’s yard a quarter of a mile away across the fields. Johnston kept scrap cars and lorries and salvage from old trawlers from the harbor at the river mouth. Owen had often gone to Johnston’s, climbing the fence and hunting through the scrap. That was until Johnston had caught him. He winced at the memory. Johnston had hit him hard on the side of the head, then laughed at him as he ran away.

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  • Posted November 6, 2008

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    Owen is ostracized by the other children around him for his father's death long ago, a presumed suicide that resulted in his mother being thrown into a haze of depression from which she cannot escape. By his young teens, he's quietly self-reliant, managing the house on his own and taking care of his mother who is forgetful and not always lucid. He spends his time wandering around the terrain outside of his house, by a river and an abandoned old building that was once a workhouse. <BR/><BR/>One day, Owen meets a strange man near the river right before witnessing a strange flash of darkness. The man, who introduces himself as the Sub-Commandant, explains to Owen that the mysterious flash signifies that a group of creatures known as the Harsh have succeeded in turning back time to before human habitation, so that they can live alone in solitude and turn the Earth to a barren, ice-encrusted waste. Owen does not believe the Sub-Commandant at first, but when he runs away to find his home, he is faced with nothing but ruins. <BR/><BR/>The Sub-Commandant brings Owen back to the Workhouse, which Owen learns is situated on an "island in time" that the Harsh cannot touch, and home to the Resisters, a rag-tag fighting force whose purpose it is to defeat the Harsh and prevent them from tampering with Earth's timeflow. Owen quickly becomes swept up in the affairs of the Resisters, who do not understand why he did not disappear along with all of the other people and signs of human life in the world. Some even suspect that he is a Harsh spy, and mistrust him. Along the way he meets with several compelling characters, including Cati, the Sub-Commandant's daughter, and Dr. Diamond, an expert in the science of time. While with the Resisters, Owen learns things about time that he can barely believe, and begins to delve into the secrets of his past and his father's connection to the strange object known as the Mortmain that will allow the Resisters to defeat the Harsh once and for all. <BR/><BR/>The concept for this book was quite inventive, and I enjoyed the author's concept of a world in which time itself is in danger from antagonistic forces. The action moved along at a good pace, and although some of the scenarios were initially confusing, the reader learns more about the situation as Owen does, and things start to fall into place, leading up to a conclusion that closes up enough loose ends to be satisfying but leaves enough new possibilities open to be interesting.

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    This is an amazing book for young boys and girls. (ages 10 to 14ish though my grandmother liked it too!). It is an easy read and it sucks you in. I read it in two or three days. I recommed this book to those who have a love of science fiction and fanticy and are just looking for something fun to read.

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    This is completely thrilling and it does grab you in. Although it is slow at first, you will be amazed at the beauty of this book. The detailed pictures are amazing and it's prety funny. well...actually it is really funny, becuase if it wasn't, I probably wouldn't have read in the first place. I think anyone who is into fantasy oriented worlds and hightech gadgets should at least open this book.

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