Airships: Rivalry Foregone
‘Difficult situations indeed’ Elletra couldn’t help but smile. Cerian ushered her farther away from the others, “Understand, my father, The Earl has been…
Heartstone
It is a wondrous thing to hear your child’s heart beat for the first time. All those long hours of laboring and toiling over a workbench, all those days and…
Ember
It is the faintest glimmering of a spark. It floats in suspension in a bottle, the field it generates holding it equidistant from the surfaces that enclose it…
The Coil
The encampment is little more than a desiccated husk. What remains of the few tents still standing are tatters of canvas flapping from poles bent and twisted…
The Logbook
The book lies on a table. Its pages are torn, tattered. The ink is faded, in places almost nonexistent. What ink remains, however, tells a chilling story. On…
Payload
The weapons bay is a shambles. Steamer trunks are strewn about the floor. Many are broken, lids gaping wide. Most of the trunks are empty, the ordnance they…
Dirigible
The dirigible floats a hundred fifty metres above red sand and twisted metal. Engines that haven’t fired in a dog’s age are corroded and quiet, and the craft…
Race
Grotesque. That was the only word Georgette could think of to describe the mountain of a man standing before her. The blacksmith-turned-airship-captain was a…
The Blacksmith's Nightshift
“State your name.” The gruff man said, blocking the entry to the train. David grimaced, “David Petite Castle.” David could see the man grin in the late-night…
Airships: Send-Off
Meanwhile, Jerem paced nervously across the deck of the Silver Skies. Ten minutes, and still no word from Hawkeye or the engineers. By now, a messenger…
Avis E. Webb's Academy: P.E.
It was cold, windy, and Mrs. Hyem was being absolutely insufferable. The wind was throwing my bolts off as they sailed to their targets, which made Mrs. Hyem…
The Clockwork Mannequin
Sand blew through the broken glass and ticked against the metal skin of the clockwork mannequin behind it. Dressed in a tattered waistcoat, its gears and…
The Basement
You enter the basement over a small staircase you did not saw before. It is colder than in the rest of the house. Like a wave of sound you hear the clicking…
Part 5: The Belly of the Deep Sea Cavern
Thirty minutes had slipped by as the treasure hunters glided through the cave’s passages. Their headlamps did an outstanding job of lighting up the tunnels…
Part 4: The Belly of the Deep Sea Cavern
Going down was the easy part, Manuel thought. Ten minutes later, and the team was 200 metres below the surface, at the mouth of the fabled cave. The…
Machination
It strode into the workshop on smoothly articulated, massively powerful piston-driven legs; caught the light with brassed steelwork when it locked softly…
Tension In Tandem
Denton dove through the air and collided into Errol, grasping him close before pulling the cord of his minah. Flexible rods and fabric exploded from the pack…
One Way to Derail a Conversation
Sunset cast a rolling sea of smoke and smog in hellish oranges and yellows. Denton smiled, as he felt oddly at home. Errol disrupted the reverie, “Mind the…
Part 3: The Belly of the Deep Sea Cavern
Manuel activated his headlamp. He raised a hand to the captain and the navigator, signalling that the four explorers were about to dive into the sea. Carlos…
Part 2: The Belly of the Deep Sea Cavern
“Maybe the pirates drown in the cave while hiding their gold. Their loss, our gain, right?” Antonio said with a smirk. The playboy winked his eye at Manuel and…