Previous / Next Dog Days Written by Richard Evans Spring 1632, Grantville, Thuringia, Germany, early morning Old Pete sat in his favorite spot and huffed out a breath of air that made his mouth flap comfortably. He laid his head down onto his paws and watched the streets through the white wooden pickets of the […]
Previous / Next Thunder in the Mountains Written by Richard Evans Bern , Swiss Confederacy, Midwinter, 1634The Inn of the Sleeping Mule “Thomas, are you sure this’ll work? Those illustrated magazines of yours may have been explicit enough for you, but I’ve never seen a cannon with two open ends before. How does it fire and […]
Previous / Next The Launcher By Richard Evans Bern, Swiss Confederacy, Early Spring, 1634 “Will this spot work?” “Looks high enough.” A few steps toward the edge of the cliff let Peter gaze down toward the ever—but slowly—growing lake below. The lake, cut out of the fast-flowing River Aare, had been intended to slow the […]
Previous / Next The Order of the Foot by Richard Evans Grantville Police Department OfficesA Monday morning, early winter 1634 “We’ve had another complaint about Bigfoot, Chief. This time over by the fairgrounds where the locals store their flocks before they can be sold and then processed at the slaughterhouse.” Officer Ralph Onofrio looked up […]
Previous / Next Capacity For Harm by Richard EvansBelfort, Franche Comté, 1633 “So, Herr Doctor Lebenenergie. You designed this yourself?” “Not exactly, Commissioner Vaden.” Tomas cursed himself for ever thinking that coming to Belfort would be profitable. He knew that Franche Comté was rife with witch hunts again, but he just needed some extra copper […]
