Great. The soon-to-be beheaded time-displaced King of England, with a sword, a bit drunk, in an antique shop. Could my life get any worse?
Don’t answer that. Of course it could.

Vicky Whitburn is a pretty normal kid living a pretty normal life with a pretty normal family. Or she thinks she is. Until her Grandpa Bill dies and leaves his messy, junk-filled house for Vicky and her Mum to clean.

When Vicky finds a jar of coins from almost every century since people started using proper money, she thinks they’re just relics from a long-forgotten past that have nothing to do with her.
She’s wrong.
Really, really wrong.

Vicky finds herself stuck in 1645, in the middle of a war. A proper war with pointy swords and guns, and she can’t even Google how it ends because there won’t be any WiFi for three-hundred and fifty years. The only fact she knows about the Civil War is that the King gets his head chopped off, so the last thing she needs to do is accidentally take him to the future and give him a history book.
Oops.
In the middle of all this, she learns secrets about her family that will change her life forever, and discovers the past isn’t a dusty old place only remembered by old people and Wikipedia pages.