The stewards whisked the soup dishes away and replaced them with plates. The main course seemed to be a straightforward chicken cutlet. Cannon let his sit for a moment. “Mr. Wailani, did you hear Schmeling’s latest fight?” Wailani looked up … Continue reading
I recently rediscovered Dwarf Fortress, so my week has been eminently unproductive. I’ll knock out the Friday update tonight, and I’ll see you then. Also, from March 5th to March 11th, my best-selling1 novella We Sail Off To War will … Continue reading
“Did ye have any trouble gettin’ intae the city?” Iseabail asked. Volkov looked to Kopeikin, who spoke. “Comrade Volkov’s English is…” He rocked his hand back and forth. “When we came to the city, we found remains of old … Continue reading
Cannon and Iseabail had barely exchanged pleasantries with Wailani before the stewards made their signal. The trio proceeded to the table and found the placards marking their places. Cannon pulled out Iseabail’s chair, and they sat. “What a delight to … Continue reading
Iseabail regarded Cannon with some skepticism. “Cannae ye tie yer tie any straighter?” Cannon lifted his chin and looked at his neck in the mirror. “It isn’t any different than it’s been.” “Aye, but we were nae tryin’ tae fit … Continue reading
Cannon passed a few hours in the lounge, paging through an English-language volume of Chekhov’s greatest hits. Despite the Soviet translators’ best efforts to cloud matters, Cannon could see the author’s skill. He made a note to find an edition … Continue reading
“Wha’, tha’ easy?” Iseabail sipped from her teacup. She sat across from Cannon at a table in the corner of the lounge, far from anyone else. Nevertheless, they spoke in low tones. Two plates were stacked between them. Out the … Continue reading
The captain was quiet. He turned through the folio slowly, reading a few lines here and there. “You are Dr. Smith, then?” Cannon blinked. “A Mr. Wailani told me I might get visit from you.” “A new acquaintance of mine,” … Continue reading
The year is 1929. In the aftermath of the Great War, the world rebuilds, and the mighty zeppelin is its instrument. Carrying trade between every nation, airship merchantmen attract an old menace for a new age: the sky pirate. One … Continue reading
“Good,” Cannon said. The wall clock chimed the first few bars of the Internationale. It read eight o’clock. Cannon turned his watch back two hours as the captain announced breakfast. “We make Hawaii tonight.” “Aye cuttin’ it close,” Iseabail observed. … Continue reading
