Previous / NextDear Sirby Chris RacciatoDear Sir:You do not know me, but a mutual acquaintance has assured me that you are a man of superior integrity and utmost discretion. It is because of this that I approach you in my hour of most desperate need.My name is Kent Ketchum, and I am a resident of […]
Previous / NextA Taste of HomeChris RacciatoIt was raining. Daphne Pridmore was getting thoroughly sick of the rain. It meant that she had to stay inside for the most part. Going out to check on the hives was pointless. If they could use the truck, it might be worthwhile, but they’d decided to save the […]
Previous / Next BurmashaveChris RacciatoMay, 1633 Ernst Frohlich looked at the man sitting across the table from him. He was nondescript, clean shaven, and dressed in contemporary clothing, but his accented German identified him as one of the now famous “up-timers” from Grantville. The fact that the man had requested to meet him anonymously in a […]
