Previous by Kristine Kathryn RuschI’m currently working on a project that I started in the early 1990s. In creative time—the time marked by my muse—that project is older, but not old. I can remember writing it. I might not know all the details, but I’ll be honest: I don’t know all the details of something […]
Previous / Nextby Walt BoyesNew ReleasesPhoenix Risingby Ryk E. SpoorCategory: FantasyImpossible Betrayal . . .First it had been her parents, slain by unknown assassins in their own home; then Kyri Vantage’s brother, Rion, was murdered, body and soul rent asunder. And then her flight to supposed safety reveals that the killers are people she trusted […]
Previous / Nextby Walt Boyes I am the third editor of the Grantville Gazette. But, I was there at the beginning, when Eric posted on Baen’s Bar that he needed help with some issues he had in writing Fire in the Hole which was the original title (thank God, Jim Baen changed it). I wrote […]
Previous / Nextby Walt Boyes and Bjorn HasselerSpring, 1633“I’m sorry, Sergeant Weibel. I’ve decided not to re-enlist in the regiment.” The tall young man gestured emphatically.“Why not?”“I’m tired of missing paydays, getting shot at, and marching around just so some jackanapes with a title can claim he won a battle somewhere.” Kevin Evans was emphatic […]
Previous / Nextby Edith Wild“This one? It’s an Arts and Crafts style, I think. Constructed OTL—up-time—1916 during their WWI. It is not that big but it is modern enough. Last renovated, according to the documents, in 1996.” Herr Grimm, the real estate agent, rambled in accented German. He was a young skinny man with a […]
Previous / Nextby Michael LockwoodI’ve been asked to tell the story of how I came to become a member of the Magdeburg Committee of Correspondence. My name isn’t important, but my Christian name is Wilhelm. My friends call me Will, and one old man calls me Bill, for some reason. William grates my nerves, but […]
Previous / Nextby Bjorn HasselerDresdenFriday, February 29, 1636“Dietrich Karsch, I am assigning you to—”“Frederick, I am supposed to be your supply clerk!”“Exactly.” Frederick Biener ignored the breach of military etiquette, not uncommon in the Committees of Correspondence. “Dietrich, you and the supply men for all our CoC units have been doing near-miracles here in Dresden. […]
Previous / Nextby A. P. DavidsonGreifswald, PomeraniaWinter, 1636“See, Arvid, didn’t I tell you this was a bad idea?” Lars canted his head at the musket barrel pointed squarely at his head. The young man at the other end of the barrel shifted nervously between the two. Lars glanced at the trembling hand and prayed that […]
Previous / Nextby Terry HowardHamburgMid-Winter, 1636He did not like doing what he was doing. He’d been at it all morning and didn’t have a lot to show for the effort. But Johann realized that it was a necessary part of the job. He knew it had to be done and that someone had to do […]
Previous / Nextby Marc TyrrellMagdeburgJuly 4, 1635“Merda!”My head whipped around. Romansch? I spotted a shortish man in his mid-forties holding what appeared to be a sausage on a bun in one hand and chugging from a beer stein in the other. The man next to him was laughing uproariously. They were about ten feet away, […]
Previous / Nextby Virginia DeMarceButzbach, Province of the MainFebruary-March, 1637“We’re not doing the Scottish play—not in this part of the USE.” Christina Pittlin was adamant. “You can put almost any of the others into the repertoire for the company’s stint here, but not that one.”“It’s considered one of Shakespeare’s best.” Mike Mundell perched on the […]
Previous / Nextby Terry HowardMagdeburgApril, 1634On my way out of church on that first Sunday in April, Deacon Buch approached me and said, “I need to see you at the Crowing Cock Tavern a bit before six o’clock this evening.” Then he was gone before I could ask what was up.I got to the tavern […]
Previous / Nextby Eric FlintGrantville1631Just before they reached the top of the ridge, the seven riders dismounted. Leaving their horses in the care of the youngest of them, Karl, a tall, skinny teenager who was the leader’s cousin, they made their way to the crest of the ridge, moving as quietly as possible. That wasn’t […]
