Vol. 44, Nov 2012

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1632 Fiction

A Capital Idea
Brussels 1637 "Noted, Your Majesties. Next on the budget agenda is an item from the marine desk to begin work on precise charts of the approaches to the principal ports for the benefit of the proposed deeper vessels." The queen silently pointed to the fine new Augsburg clock at the far end of the council [...]

It's About Time: An Ode
Elizabeth "Betsy" Springer came awake with a gasp. She could barely breathe! The last thing she remembered was the coachman's yell and the way the world tilted as the carriage slipped off of the road. Then . . . nothing. I must have died, I know it! A picture of the headline for the next [...]

I'm From the Government, and I'm Here to Help
"I'm from the government and I'm here to help." The phrase was enough to raise panic in any rational businessman, and Georg Schrapel was nothing if not rational. He hastily dropped the file he'd been reading into a drawer and shut it. Then and only then did he look up. The speaker was a young [...]

The Maltese Crux
"Jean, I have need of your assistance." Grand Master Antoine de Paule, Prince of the Church and decreed Cardinal by Pope Urban VIII, gestured at a stack of missives on the worn and gnarled table. "An investigation of sorts." Jean Baptiste Lascaris de Castellar, second in command of the Knights of Malta, had been summoned [...]

The River of His Memory
"Our memories are the only paradise from which we can never be expelled." —Jean Paul Richter, German Novelist PART 1 September, 1636, Grantville What is my name? He sat on his porch, sipping tea, trying to remember. It was late summer, and he knew where he was: seventeenth century, middle of Germany, having come through [...]

Continuing Serials

Ein Feste Burg, Episode Five
Chapter 5: One Night in Grantville On the Road from Eisenach, Near Grantville April 3, 1634 Ingrid Wasasdottir took sidelong looks at the weird woman, Maximiliane von Pasqualini, as they approached Grantville. They'd been on the move since dawn. The road was manageable; after last week's heavy snowfall, the weather had improved over the weekend [...]

Euterpe, Part Five
To Father Thomas Fitzherbert SJ, Illustrissimus Collegium Anglicanum Roma From Maestro Giacomo Carissimi, Grantville, USE Second day of September, in our Lord's year 1634. Esteemed Father,   Yes, I know that I am very delinquent in responding to your last letter—no, it is last letters, since you have written three times to me since I [...]

Second Chance Bird, Episode Twelve
Chapter Sixty-five: The Butterfly EffectNortheast Mauritius, Dutch Refugee CampPam awoke in a nest deep in the meadow, naked, a warm, masculine arm draped over her shoulder. She blinked for a moment or two, trying to remember just how she had ended up here, then laughed as the memory came, with all its terrors and thrills. [...]

1632 Non Fiction

Airship Propulsion, Part Four: The Aereon
Buoyancy-Differential Propulsion Solomon Andrews was the first person to propel a manned airship without an engine, by exploiting the action of a net buoyant force on an inclined airship. Andrews built and flew two such craft. The first (Aereon I) had three hulls, and was flown on four dates in 1863. It demonstrated the ability [...]


In 1997, I retired from editing. After ten years of editing short fiction first for Pulphouse, and then for The Magazine of Fantasy & Science Fiction, I had had enough. I stopped editing to focus on my writing career. I stopped for a variety of reasons. Mostly, I quit because the editing swamped my writing. [...]

Time Spike

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Universe Annex

Paper Baby
The infant was made of paper, the gray-white sheaves that wasps spin for nests. Rachel found her between the toes of the old oak tree that stood in the yard. Thistledown covered the baby's head, and when Rachel lifted her from the earth, tissue-thin lids crinkled open to reveal eyes of river rock, slate-gray and [...]