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Hot Off Ring of Fire Press

Hot Off Ring of Fire Press

Ring of Fire Press has been very busy. Here is a look at recent and forthcoming titles: (Items marked with * are 1632 Universe novels) *The Trouble With Huguenots by Virginia DeMarce Duke Henri de Rohan is the leader of the French Protestants, known as Huguenots, and...
Best of 2019

Best of 2019

Happy 2020! We hope you’re enjoying Grantville Gazette 87. It’s also time to look back at Volumes 81-86 and make your nominations for Best of 2019. Please send your nomination to walt@waltboyes.com or bjorn@1632.org. Nominations are open until April 1. We...
The Story So Far . . .

The Story So Far . . .

Welcome once again to the rollicking adventure of the Seventeenth Century’s new timeline. We have some fascinating looks at civilization in Grantville and beyond. First, Terry Howard brings us “A Long-Awaited Proposal”— a bittersweet piece of flash...
Notes from The Buffer Zone: Phone Home

Notes from The Buffer Zone: Phone Home

Over the Thanksgiving weekend, Xfinity launched an ad that claims to be a sequel to the movie E.T. I suppose the commercial is a sequel of sorts, if you consider that it replicates all of the high points of the movie, with similar cute kids, and an adult Elliott. I...
Photography in the 1632 Universe: Part 3, Light in a Box

Photography in the 1632 Universe: Part 3, Light in a Box

Unless you are content with a mere photoprint (which captures silhouettes of opaque objects and filtered images of translucent ones placed upon illuminated film), you also need an optical system for creating an image of the scene at the "film plane." Typically, that...
Crazy Horse’s Prodigal Granddaughter 

Crazy Horse’s Prodigal Granddaughter 

As soon as a cloud passed in front of the moon and blackened the sky, Ptaysanwee War Eagle lit out from behind the trees. Her dad's wire cutters in one hand and a pistol in the other, she dashed across the gravel perimeter road, tasting the dust she kicked up. She cut...
Anya’s Story

Anya’s Story

Dora read the letter a second time—as if the words would change—while absentmindedly wiping the stubborn spots of flour that still clung to her apron with her left hand. Never mind that specks of flour from her right hand flecked the parchment. She was still sitting...
The Adventure of the Meat Interpreter

The Adventure of the Meat Interpreter

         Navel-gazing gets a person only so far. Even if you happen to have a navel, which I don’t. And while I’ve gone by many names, none of them was Adam.          As the latest urge to introspection passed, I redirected some of my attention to who had written the...