Previous / Next At Christmas TimeMark HustonBased on the Anton Chekov story“What shall I write, old woman?”“A letter to my daughter. And her husband,” replied Hilde. They were sitting in the smoky common room of the village inn. “For Christmas,” she added with a stiff nod to the young man who sat across from her. […]
Previous / NextTwenty-eight Menby Mark HustonJanuary, 1635The cold wind cut through to the very core of the men as they walked to the entrance of the mine. It was dark, well before dawn, in the dead time of the night. The cold was complete, a January cold, dry, harsh and sharp. Soon they would be […]
Previous / NextSafe at First Baseby Mark H Huston“I tell you, I saw it in the movie. Plain as the nose on your face. And you have a large nose, Johan. The up-time device looked just like this—”“Heinrich. Listen to yourself. Movies are like dreams; they are not real. This is reality.” With that, Johan pointed over […]
Previous / NextGearheadby Mark H HustonIt was quiet. Way too quiet. Of all the things Trent Haygood hated about the seventeenth century, the quiet was the worst. He missed the sounds of engines. Internal combustion engines. Hell, he’d be happy with some noise from a steam engine. As he sat on the front porch of […]
Previous / NextRefrigeration and the 1632 World: Opportunities and Challengesby Mark H. HustonBarflies have an amazing working knowledge on a lot of subjects. They are, on the whole, a bunch of pretty bright people, having great fun playing at this “what-if” exercise that is Eric Flint’s 1632 universe. Hanging out in cyberspace, and in real […]
Previous / NextSeasonsBy Mark H. HustonMay, 1631The old Buick slowly made its way through the dark countryside, headed away from the high school. The couple inside was elderly, cautious, and tentative on the road. It had been daylight when the meeting at the high school started, now it was well after eleven PM. John’s eyes […]
The Aethers of Magdeburg, Part 3Previous The Aethers of Magdeburg, Part 3by David Carrico and Mark HustonChapter 9Andreas Schardius knew he was good. Not in the sense that he was a good man. He knew he was not. No, he knew he was good, in the sense that he made things happen. He accomplished things. […]
Previous / NextThe Aethers of Magdeburg, Part 2by David Carrico and Mark HustonChapter 5Later that evening, as they dined at the Thuringia Gardens in Grantville, Marcus watched as the girl ate with a gusto that reminded him of a horse with a feed bag. It was focused, contained, and nothing was wasted.Marcus found himself staring, […]
