Emma led Whiskey flight away from the stricken zep. Swiftsure drifted, all her engines out of commission. Further ahead, Majestic cut her engines. It looked as though the Devil’s Daggers had chosen the better part of valor and hoisted the … Continue reading
Sorry for the late post today. I got back from my eclipse camping trip late last night, and didn’t have the wherewithal at that time to come up with a post. I present these pictures as penance for my tardiness. … Continue reading
I’ve decided that, since my personal Twitter is primarily political in nature, I should have a writing Twitter too, for better separation between those two realms for those readers who prefer it. Going forward, here’s how things will shake out: … Continue reading
Emma nudged her control stick to the right, settling the Falcon’s nose on a point few hundred yards ahead of the zeppelin. Black puffs a dozen yards to the left, in between her plane and Takahashi’s, signaled bursting flak, but … Continue reading
A little hinting at Emma’s background here. I want to expand that into a fuller story sometime. If you purchase (or have already purchased) the e-book edition of Nathaniel Cannon and the Lost City of Pitu, you get access to … Continue reading
Emma put the other fighters out of her mind. The Long Nines in the Kestrels’ cockpits knew their machines and knew their game. The skipper spent more than enough fuel on drills and practice to be sure of that. If … Continue reading
Emma Foster, in the cockpit in the lead ship in a pair of Falcons, grinned. Decorum be damned. She lived for these moments: careening toward danger, itching for a fight, tearing through the sky in search of the unbeatable rush. … Continue reading
The tropical sun beat down on the silver hull of an airship, speeding through the scattered clouds at ninety miles per hour. No name was painted on her skin. Nor was insignia whatsoever, except for two eighteenth-century cannon on naval … Continue reading
We return to the world of the Long Nines for a story set in the traditional home of that infamous gang of pirates: the East Indies. It occurs prior to the Cannon stories published to date, in late 1927. I’ve … Continue reading
You’ll notice a lack of WIPjoy posts and a lack of book review posts. My apologies; one of them is my fault, and the other is my fault for not riding my contributor a little harder. Regardless of what I … Continue reading
