The Janissary man smiled, a predator showing his teeth, and pushed his stake toward the middle of the table. It dawned on Lecocq that the man truly thought he was going to win, which made the situation even worse. “Four … Continue reading
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“I know,” said one of the men. It sounded like a threat. The breaker pushed the dealer’s chit to his left, to the woman from Calypso. She shuffled the cards, let the breaker cut the deck, and dealt. Lecocq picked … Continue reading
Here we have Marcel Lecocq getting himself into trouble. And, on that note, we’re back. I hope to be on a more or less normal schedule through November, with the possible exception of Thanksgiving.
Well, our spotty October has come to an end. Hopefully, November won’t be so bad. I’ve finished my first editing pass on Nathaniel Cannon and the Secret of the Dutchman’s Cross, commissioned the cover. Now, I’m readying it for publication. … Continue reading
Serial posts will run on an intermittent schedule through October; I’m trying to polish a 30,000-word manuscript for your perusal, and it’s a busy month at work besides. Oh, and my birthday’s in the middle of it. Although updates will … Continue reading
Lecocq peered over his cards. Four others were at the table with him: a breaker on his day off, a trio of men from the airship Janissary, and a woman off of Calypso. Both zeps, moored out among the breakers’ … Continue reading
The Brotherhood was a cross between a trade association and a pirate court. They had an airship which roamed the skies broadcasting under the name South Seas Radio, providing helpful news on military patrols and weather conditions around the East … Continue reading
It wasn’t more than ten minutes before the Albatross circled once overhead. It was an oddball plane, a newfangled Chance-Vought design with asymmetric twin fuselages. The one on the right was short and stubby, with a glazed nose for the … Continue reading
Being neither a smoker nor one well-versed in smoking history, I had to look up whether lighters were a going concern in the late 1920s. Turns out they were; this Ronson ad dates to 1927.
Tearing off the catcher’s mask, Hank King stood and faced him. “You have to be kidding, skipper!” “Sorry, Hank,” Cannon said with a shrug. “That one was six inches off the plate.” King pulled the mask back on, shook his … Continue reading