Volume 101, May 2022

Read Me First . . .

By Walt Boyes

Welcome to the first of our second hundred issues. For your reading pleasure, we present in this issue a collection of terrific stories, some non-fiction, and a couple of stories in the Universe Annex we are especially proud of. First, we have a story from famed Czech science fiction writers Jan Kotouč & Lucie Lukačovičová [...]

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1632 Fiction

By Virginia DeMarce

So this was the wonderful capital of the United States of Europe. Susanna Allegretti glared out a third-floor back window onto an alley. So wonderful that her almost-a-fiancé, Marc Cavriani, delivered her to Hesse House, as his father had arranged. So wonderful that the landgravine was busy, very busy, plotting to contain the damage that [...]

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By Robert E. Waters

“Little League baseball is a very good thing because it keeps parents off the streets.” - Yogi Berra Grantville Mountaineers Baseball Field July 16, 1636 Why in God’s precious name had he, Giovanni Domenico Cassini, been pushed into speaking directly to Coach Flannery? And why was he always the one that everyone, even his best [...]

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By Mark Roth-Whitworth

Madame looked into the supply and workroom. The walls were in the current mode, a pastel blue, and there was a comfortable chair appointed in tones of taupe in front of a table. A young woman sat in the chair, working on a lace project. The room was cool, with the window open to let [...]

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By Herbert Sakalaucks

  A Royal Payback Copenhagen, DenmarkMay, 1635 The summons from King Christian had arrived without any explanation. As the coach carrying them neared the Rosenborg Palace, Reuben Abrabanel stared at the note trying to ascertain why he and his brother Saul had been summoned so abruptly. The rattling coach ride had made concentration almost impossible. [...]

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By Bethanne Kim

As Doctor Sims finished his one-month exam of Timmy Claggett at the Red Cross Well Baby Clinic, little Timmy's mom burst into tears. Eyes wide, the clearly uncomfortable elderly doctor cracked open the door and called his wife in before continuing to speak to the new mother.

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By Jan Kotouč & Lucie Lukačovičová

When Kristjen Einársson was a child, he sometimes went to dance with the Hidden Folk. Or at least he imagined it. He danced alone, away from the village, near some caves, where the Hidden People lived. He never caught a glimpse of any of them but that was why they were called huldufólk—they could walk invisible to the human eye. He liked how they were only happy and content and never starving.

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1632 Nonfiction

By Charles E. Gannon & David Carrico

So, after our discussion in the previous article ("Time May Change Me, Part 2," Grantville Gazette 76) about the issues surrounding the mobilization and reallocation of the work forces in the Germanies, what next? Why, now we sit around the table like a bunch of Illuminati-technocrats and ask: what must we achieve when we think [...]

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Columns

By Kristine Kathryn Rusch

Years ago, I read Jack Williamson’s autobiography, Wonder’s Child. I was missing Jack, and I wanted a bit of his wisdom. There’s a lot of wisdom in that book, and a lot of stories I never heard Jack tell. I guess when you live into your nineties, you have even more stories than you can recite at any gathering.

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By Grantville Gazette Staff

Check out all the new releases and upcoming titles from Eric Flint's Ring of Fire Press!

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Time Spike

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Universe Annex

By Michael Tinker Pearce

“OK, let’s move on to First Contacts. Top of the list is Species 75412, a race called ‘Humans’ from planet ‘Earth.’ Should we contact them or not?” “Great Ghu, no! A thousand worlds of NO!” “Well, that’s a strong reaction. Would you care to explain?” “Have you read the file?! They’re fucking terrifying!” “Oh for . . . [...]

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By J. Kenton Pierce

I’d just waved off a second cup of coffee when a burning woman fell out of the sky and crashed through the bunkhouse roof. She exploded headfirst, straight down through the timber ceiling and smashed the rugged old wooden table that was the closest thing to a bar for a hundred klicks.

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