Thomas K. Scot

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Insomnia, or Dream and Reality

Insomnia, or Dream and Reality

by | Jun 18, 2020 | 3 comments

City of Jena, SoTF January, 1635    The night was dark and, judging from the position of the moon in the sky, still only half way through. Ludwig Kepler, doctoral student of medicine, ripped his eyes away from the little window and looked back up at the grey...
These Boots are Made for Walking

These Boots are Made for Walking

by | Oct 15, 2018 | 1 comment

Previously (in "Goodbye," Grantville Gazette 78)   Hermann Donnersberger from Munich put a beer into his hand, breaking his reverie. Matthias didn't know much about him, so far. That would change soon enough. What he did know was that Hermann's father was a...
Seeds of Fortune

Seeds of Fortune

by | Aug 15, 2018 | 6 comments

Gönningen, Duchy of Württemberg February, 1633   The icy wind was blowing through Stephan Drechsler's dark hair, as the village school master helped to lower the tiny coffin into its grave, the rough rope cutting into his exposed hands. He noticed neither the...
Goodbye

Goodbye

by | Jun 11, 2018 | 2 comments

A small valley in the mountains south of Kaprun, Archbishopric of Salzburg February, 1630   A full moon was standing above the small alpine valley, its silvery light reflected by the blanket of snow Frau Holle had thrown over the landscape from the skies. In most...
Small is Good

Small is Good

by | Apr 20, 2017 | 1 comment

Nürnberg City Hall April, 1635   "You can't be serious?" Master Grünberg just couldn't believe his ears. "You really want to leave all rifles to these . . . these . . . people?" His voice sounded like what he really wanted to say was "northern barbarians," but in...