Second Thoughts

Second Thoughts

Grantville, October 1634 Noelle Murphy rode into Grantville just before noon. It was well after dusk when she finished the in-box that had been waiting for her. People had started dropping things into it a month earlier, as soon as they found out she was coming back...
Grantville Gazette 11

Grantville Gazette 11

Wow. Who knew? Back in 2000, when Eric Flint's novel 1632 was published, who even considered the possibility that nearly three million words dedicated to a 1632 series would have been published by 2007? Eric didn't, since he'd written it as a stand-alone novel....
Bathing With Coal

Bathing With Coal

Fall, 1633 "Barnabas Kitchner! Wake up! It's Tuesday morning and you have to buy wood for the bathhouse fire." The thirty-eight year-old man rolled over in bed and opened one eye. His wife, Margarete Lutsch, was already dressed and standing in the doorway with her...
Butterflies in the Kremlin, Part Four

Butterflies in the Kremlin, Part Four

Yaroslavich Dacha, outside of Moscow   A Dissertation on the Value of Freedom and Security "Those that give up their freedom for a little temporary security deserve neither freedom or security and ultimately will lose both." So goes an up-time quote. This humble...
Bootstrapping

Bootstrapping

Winter 1631-32, Jena Catherine Mutschler made her way carefully through the winter mud. She was tired and listless after being kept up most of the night by Maria, her three-year-old daughter. She'd finally managed to settle Maria only by feeding her the last of the...
Wish Book

Wish Book

"Gary Jordan!" Gary Jordan Burke flinched. He almost always flinched when Joyce got to screeching. It was an automatic response to her high-pitched, overly-loud voice. You'd think the woman thought everyone was deaf. "Gary Jordan!" "Yes, dear?" "Go downtown and get...
Pilgrimage of Grace

Pilgrimage of Grace

(You can buy a Cora's coffee mug and more at the 1632 Cafe Press Store.) “They're not taking what happened in Suhl last January out on Johnny Lee's family because they can't. His dad's been dead for thirty years. His mother wasn't from around...
O For a Muse of Fire

O For a Muse of Fire

O for a muse of fire, that would ascendThe brightest heaven of invention! —Shakespeare, Henry V Andreas Gryphius, born Greif, waited outside the door to Amber Higham's office. He knew he hadn't done anything wrong, knew that that was not why the high school's...