by Bjorn Hasseler | Jun 15, 2012 |
There was a flash of light . . . . . . followed by the sound of two bodies running smack into each other, a third and fourth falling over them, the tinkle of shattering glass, and a blue streak of Amideutsch. That in turn was cut short by “Fire! Gunter,...
by Kristine Kathryn Rusch | Jun 14, 2012 |
I've had an amazing reading experience this spring. I teach week-long writing craft workshops, and I assign reading. I expect the students to finish the reading before the workshop, so that we have a common pool of stories to discuss.One of the workshops I will...
by Kerryn Offord | Jun 13, 2012 |
May 1634, Granville, FranceHenri Beaubriand-Lévesque was lounging comfortably in his favorite chair in front of the fire, a globe of finest brandy warming in his hands. Putting his nose over the rim of the glass he inhaled gently, savoring the bouquet. Then he swirled...
by R. Ortega | Jun 11, 2012 |
Eyes straining in the dim light of a tallow-candle stub, Estefan worked a carpenter’s marking pencil around the curve of a second-hand protractor, sketching the precise lines of a thaumaturgic diagram. His paper, one side defaced with a smeared broadside...
by Iver P. Cooper | Jun 8, 2012 |
In this part, I will consider what kinds of engines exist, and what characteristics they must have in order to be useful as airship engines. When I move on to specifics, it will be with respect to internal combustion engines; steam propulsion will be covered in...
by Robert E. Waters | Jun 6, 2012 |
April, 1635, Western PomeraniaJoe Plotz could barely hear himself think over the hissing and honking of the geese in the pen before him. It was the loudest and most bellicose display he had ever heard, and he was pleased. Back up-time in West Virginia, his grandfather...
by David Carrico | Jun 6, 2012 |
GrantvilleDecember 1636Manning Assisted Living Center Roscoe Shaver pushed the bedroom door open with his elbow, moving with care as he balanced the tray. The coffee in the cup sloshed, but didn’t go over the edge, so he counted that as good. He carried the tray...
by Griffin Barber | Jun 6, 2012 |
“There, the Genevans killed my father. Hung him by the neck, like a common house-breaker. Even left him there to rot, refused to return his remains to my mother,” the Savoyard said, looking ahead at the gate. “Didn’t know that, seigneur,”...
by Rainer Prem | Jun 5, 2012 |
Chapter 3: Sunday Jagdschloss of the Duke of Sachsen-Eisenach, Marksuhl, Thuringia Late on March 25, 1634 Maximiliane von Pasqualini lay in her king-size bed staring at the dark ceiling. Had it really been only yesterday when she had arrived here, a man ready...
