


A tale in the world system of Steam & Stars. For more airships and dragons, check out Moore's award-winning novel, Children of Solo! The dirigible cast a chill shadow across the coffee field as it passed between the distant sun and the fecund plants. Balthasar looked up from his notebook. Squinting into the glare created by the backlit balloon, he recognized the winged, blue hammer of House Bronzewater. His cousin’s betrothed had arrived. Balthasar’s stomach rumbled. Tonight, his relatives would host an exorbitant feast in honor of the impending nuptials. All summer, his graduate student stipend had afforded him only lentils, chickpeas, and mutton. A dragon, even in its human form, needed more red meat than that. He wondered how…
Throughout its history, mountains in this region were more for the hardy and less for the fashionable. Spirits claimed the high places, and durable men and women claimed the places in between. Settlers of the upper valleys eked out a living and raised their families in splendid and harsh isolation, vaguely but persistently aware of the forces above. Few there were who ventured up the steeps though it was known that the highland meadows were good for grazing. Every so often, however, the high fever seized upon a restless, earthbound soul, and up past the crags he would go to be nearer the clouds and to have a closer look at the peaks and glaciers towering over vacant pastures. Of…
FIVE Sweet Child of Summer, I mourn for your skin Your cold fingers and Chillblained toes. Mother of the Autmn,…
FOUR The bairns speak trilling voices in the night, harsh echoes dancing, afright of the hoary and weighty squalor of…
Back in the days of yore, some 100 years ago at this point, pulp fiction magazines were everywhere. Publications like…
Citation abbreviation notes: AMtF: A Means to Freedom: The Letters of H. P. Lovecraft and Robert E. Howard (Volume 1)…
Some stories stay with you not because they are historically accurate or perfectly crafted, but because they remind you of…
Barrin burst from the raging rapids that had battered him pitilessly from one squall to the next, gasping for precious…
Blood: a pearl droplet on the meat of his thumb. Glass: a sliver, imperceptible aside from subtle pressure between two…
Aisling held what remained of Blightheart by his horn, throwing the goblin magelord's head at the boots of her liege…
The shroud was pale, it hurt the eyes. Kohl over the eyelids shielded just enough, but a single overt glance…
