Lecocq spun his radio knob to ‘Intercom’ and said, “No time. Go to the cargo hold and be ready with the grappling hook. The captain will be alongside in twenty seconds. You will have to talk me close enough.” Emma’s … Continue reading
64 is an auspicious number, since I’m reading the Niven/Pournelle collaboration Footfall right now1. It’s a good thing this alternate history has 1936-ish airplane engines in 1929, or else a truck which can do 85 miles per hour might seem … Continue reading
“Whiskey Two, I will soon be low and slow. Keep them away from me. Over.” Lecocq rolled into a gentle right-hand turn as his Albatross crossed the shoreline. The two Kestrels still in formation broke the other direction, wheeling to … Continue reading
I’ve heard it claimed limericks don’t lend themselves to dark subjects. In the spirit of “don’t tell me what to do!”, I present two depressing examples1. In a town by the shore—Port Mahoning— Once lived a young girl—Ida Douning. She … Continue reading
An email showed up in my inbox a week or two ago, saying that Google would give me a $100 AdWords credit for spending $25. Since that’s basically a free $75, I could hardly say no. It’s been interesting watching … Continue reading
The city fell away beneath the plane. Lecocq’s compass read 315 degrees, and directly ahead was the T-shaped peninsula jutting out into the deep blue of the Mediterranean. To its southwest, boats clustered in the harbor, behind a breakwater perhaps … Continue reading
I hope you enjoyed Preview Week. I’m hoping to get started on that story in the coming days, as I wrap up this Nathaniel Cannon tale.
Fires cast twisting shadows on the streets, the predawn gloom just now bright enough to light the stretches between them. A flaming boulder soared overhead and crashed through a wooden building a hundred yards away. Debris clattered to the road … Continue reading
Arnarsson is a föraningsmagiker, or a diviner. There were some website troubles yesterday, but they appear to have been resolved.
“Stop, thief!” the man shouted. Sif risked a glance over her shoulder. He had looked so slow, weighed down by his armor, his furs, his great horned helmet, and most worryingly, his enormous double-headed axe. He had turned out to … Continue reading
