A teenage child-soldier from a future dystopia finds herself inexplicably in this world dressed in the ragged remains of what she had obviously been wearing there/then, and clutching a backpack containing wads of dollars and strange clothes clearly intended for a large man.
And a gun. A gun from the future that she knows how to assemble and operate, though she has no idea how she knows.
She lost her memory in the time-jump, but gradually comes to the realisation that she is here to asassinate the young man, at present a student at Yale, who is destined to become the tyrant responsible for creating the hellish world in which she grew up.
Without him that will never happen.
Or will it?
And another thing. What will happen to her if the world she comes from no longer exists? Will she become a time-nomad, with no world of her own to return to?
That question, so well handled in this book, led me to another question. Isn’t that what happens to all of us? The world we grew up in no longer exists ...