By S. M. Peters
An exciting new Steampunk fable from a skilled debut author
In Victorian London, the Whitechapel part is a mechanized, steam-driven hell, bring to a halt and governed by way of mysterious, mechanical gods-Mama Engine and Grandfather Clock. a few years have handed because the nice rebellion, while people rose as much as struggle opposed to the machines, yet a number of courageous veterans of the rebellion have shaped their very own Resistance-and are collecting for one more assault. For now they've got a mystery weapon which could ultimately unfastened them-or kill them all...
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Prices of rooms were dickered over. Friendly arguments started about who slept with whom. Minor necessities were brought in from wagons or saddlebags. Baths were requested and water heated. Hay was taken to the horses, and Kote topped off the oil in all the lamps. The tinker hurried outside to make use of the remaining daylight. He walked his two-wheel mule cart through the town’s streets. Children crowded around, begging for candy and stories and shims. When it became apparent that nothing was going to be handed out, most of them lost interest.
I’ve killed men and things that were more than men. ” Chronicler shook his head slowly. ” Kote stopped polishing the bar and turned his back to the room. He nodded once without looking up. “Some are even saying that there is a new Chandrian. A fresh terror in the night. ” “The important people know the difference,” Kote said as if he were trying to convince himself, but his voice was weary and despairing, without conviction. Chronicler gave a small laugh. “Certainly. For now. But you of all people should realize how thin the line is between the truth and a compelling lie.
The commander left everything else lying on the cloak and got to his feet. The others took turns going through Chronicler’s things. ” One of the men nodded. ” “Take it, but leave yours. The same for you, Witkins. ” “I lost mine, sir,” Witkins said. ” The whole process was surprisingly civilized. Chronicler lost all of his needles but one, both extra pairs of socks, a bundle of dried fruit, a loaf of sugar, half a bottle of alcohol, and a pair of ivory dice. They left him the rest of his clothes, his dried meat, and a half-eaten loaf of incredibly stale rye bread.
Whitechapel Gods by S. M. Peters