Karen C. Evans

Kevin and Karen Evans were married twenty years ago, and lived five years in Germany (pass the schnitzel), four years in Kansas (we're not in Oz any more), three years in Oklahoma (got here sooner than I thought), three years in Texas (howdy y'all), and have now been five years in New Mexico (red or green chili?).

Perhaps it is the dry thin air here, or the ghosts of numerous writers, but starting in 2006 we began to write together. Being pleased with the results, we plan on continuing to write together, and hope that editors will continue to appreciate the results. (Hi, Paula).

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Feeding the Up-timer Addiction: Soy Sauce

Feeding the Up-timer Addiction: Soy Sauce

Have you ever had that craving, sometimes late at night, for teriyaki chicken and fried rice? Or maybe you enjoy a little sushi or a good pad Thai once in a while. All of these dishes are not reproducible without soy sauce. And what exactly is this dark and salty...
Mitzi the Kid

Mitzi the Kid

Southeastern Poland Summer, 1634 The sun rose toward high noon. A buzzard circled slowly over his head as the gunfighter stepped from the saloon. Red dust puffed up from each step, and the sneer on his face was even more twisted than before. Mitzi the Kid stood up...
No Ship for Tranquebar,  Part Four

No Ship for Tranquebar, Part Four

Over the Indian Ocean September 27, 1636 The airship sparkled in the early morning light. There was only darkness below, as shadows still shrouded the earth. At almost two miles above the surface, the airship could see the sun rise much earlier than they would see it...
No Ship for Tranquebar, Part Three

No Ship for Tranquebar, Part Three

Copenhagen September 1636 Marlon burst through the door of his townhouse. "Reva! You won't believe it!" Reva seemed to be waiting in the salon, tapping her foot. "I've already heard. You're off on a wild goose chase halfway around the world." Marlon was caught by...
No Ship for Tranquebar, Part Two

No Ship for Tranquebar, Part Two

Copenhagen Late December 1635 Marlon Pridmore had some apprehension about this first day of work. He had yet to meet the crew, and he didn't relish the thought of walking into the middle of a project. Nevertheless, he walked into the shops with Cornelius Holgarsson,...
No Ship for Tranquebar, Part One

No Ship for Tranquebar, Part One

Somewhere in the Bay of Bengal October 1635 The deck plummeted. Anders Kiersted, captain of the Danish trading vessel Pelican, braced himself behind the helmsman. "Steady as you go, Kris." The helmsman said nothing, just continued to fight with the rudder in the...
If I Had a Hammer

If I Had a Hammer

April 1635 East of Arpke village Dieter Schwarzkopf crouched on one knee and looked up at his partner, Finn Kelley O’Donnell. “Ah, there you are.” The huge Irishman raised his hammer with both hands. “Hold still, my lovely.” He swung the...
The Theobroma Shell Game

The Theobroma Shell Game

Chocolate, that magical substance that smoothes out the rough parts of our lives. Those of us who have been living with the Grantville “disaster” these past years are reconciled to the fact that we will never have chocolate again. It isn’t available...
Sailing Upwind

Sailing Upwind

  Late September 1633   "Sally, did Mr. Pridmore say where he was going?" Reva leaned toward the young receptionist, to keep the conversation a little more private. Reva worried about Marlon. He hadn't been eating or sleeping well for the last week. Just...