Introduction to the Universe Annex

Introduction to the Universe Annex

As many of you know, I was the editor of Jim Baen's Universe, a general-interest F&SF electronic magazine. JBU suspended publication in April of 2010, after running for four years. To the extent possible, I wanted to salvage some features of JBU by...
Time for ReConStruction

Time for ReConStruction

It’s about that time again! Time for a 1632 mini-convention. This year we’ll be at NASFIC/ReConStruction, August 5 – 8, in Raleigh, NC. The website for more information is: http://www.reconstructionsf.org/ We’ve proposed a schedule of panels to...
Summerland Rentals

Summerland Rentals

It was, beyond doubt, the most comfortable waiting room Kirby Foster had ever been in. The wingback chair was soft and inviting, the air conditioning neither too hot nor too cold, and the cup of complimentary coffee—fresh ground mocha java—sweet and light...
Historically Well Preserved

Historically Well Preserved

Grantville, July 1635 “I arrived in February,” Robert Herrick said politely.Mistress Sophie Thomas, her eyes fixed on the refreshment table, walked between him and Mistress Alannie Clark, bearing a tray of sandwiches and coffee.He sent a mental prayer of...
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...
Northwest Passage, Part Five

Northwest Passage, Part Five

November 1633—New Amsterdam Harbor   The two Dutch fregätten floated quietly, wrapped in a white shroud. The dense fog that had settled over the New Amsterdam harbor was both a blessing and a curse. It hid them from potential enemies but made navigation hazardous...
A Study in Redheads

A Study in Redheads

“Paul, we need to talk!” Paul Kindred, managing editor of the Grantville Times, stifled a groan when he heard that voice. Betsy Springer came toward him at a dead run, her red ponytail bouncing like an excited rooster’s tail, and would have collided...
A Tale of Two Alberts

A Tale of Two Alberts

The Hand of the Lord . . . is all in the timing. Prologue Grantville, 1997 As they crossed the state line into West Virginia, Claudette said, “Albert Green, I did not marry you to be stuck in some backwoods little brown church in the dell. If I’d...