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Steampunk can be defined as a subgenre of science fiction that is typically set in an anachronistic Victorian or quasi-Victorian setting, where steam power is prevalent. Consider the slogan: "What the past would look like if the future had come along earlier." The stories in this all-original anthology explore alternate timelines and have been set all over the world, running the gamut from science fiction to mystery to horror to a melding of these genres.
Someone had mis-shelved it. Cost me a whopping quarter. Good thing it wasn’t with the science fiction or I might not have noticed it . . . I was seriously into Westerns at the time. I liked it. Enough so that I picked up a few more Jules Verne books after that . . . which were correctly shelved. I enjoy the genre even more now, probably because there’s more of it, and because what I’ve been reading has been so very good. Conventions are dedicated to it, with lavish costume competitions. And
to tell me that all of the experts at the Lawford Arms factory are wrong. “Then, using your supernatural ability to read minds, you presume to know what I think! Well, here’s what I really think Lieutenant . . . I think your tests are flawed. And more than that, I think that when Captain Morris arrives to take command of the engineering company he will figure out where you went wrong and put it right. In the meantime, you will install the steam cannons and do so in a timely manner. Do I make
encounters with British forces. That included an attack by three steam powered dirigibles which disabled all but one of the Indomptable’s escorts and inflicted damage on the cruiser as well. Now the French force was still fifteen miles short of its goal. And truth be told, they would be lucky to reach the Cumberland Gap, since the Indomptable was nearly out of coal. But, Gaudet told himself, if we can reach the gap and hold it for a week all will be well. The area is rich in coal and the supply
taken from my home and placed in Endrich. They tied my hands to the rail of the open wagon to keep me from jumping off and running away. I tore most of the skin off my wrists trying to work free. I didn’t know where we were going and I was surrounded by strangers that spoke in sounds I didn’t understand. I don’t remember the day I arrived at Endrich. But what I do remember is Allison’s eyes and smile as she held my hands and applied cool salve to my wrists. She wasn’t much older than I, but this
to his knees begging her not to tell anyone what had happened. After his tearful apologies he vowed to leave Nubia forever and tell no one of his crime. She had never spoken of it, but Nahktebbi’s best friend, Kemani, had seen little Sahdi slinking from Nahktebbi’s chambers. The warm wind blew through the tent as General Nahktebbi knelt in front of Queen Sahdi again, waiting for her to reject or accept his heartfelt apology. Before she answered, she had to know one more thing. “Did you tell the