Cover design by Annette Abolins

... He dropped down on to the sand, lying back and propping himself up on his elbows. As he felt the satisfying, almost sensual, warmth of the sand against his body, his mind played with the thought that he could easily change the time on his watch, and life would continue without any problem, except, perhaps, that he would be either too late or too early for appointments, that he would miss trains and buses, and that he would arrive for a dinner date at the wrong time. As he was thinking about missing appointments, he looked at his watch: the time on the dial – half past eight – told him absolutely nothing that made any sense. Half past eight was completely unrelated to his present situation. It could have been three in the morning or twelve noon; it really made no difference...

Tilda finds herself in a maze of corridors and rooms; there are no windows and there are no exits. She cannot remember how she arrived in the maze, and she does not know if she is in her own past or future. Then she meets Oswald, who is clinging to the belief that there has to be a way out... .

A psychological thriller that questions the very way we relate to time.

Room Nineteen, straddling the line between reality and science fiction, is about two men and a woman caught in a maze of corridors and rooms. There are no windows or exits and no one has any idea why they are where they are or how they got there in the first place. To make things more complicated, the maze seems to be layered through the dimension of time with experiences from the past moving seamlessly into what can only be the future. There are many questions, but few answers, as all three are swept towards the dramatic conclusion.