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Thursday, April 11, 2013
Wanna Sample???
Okay- so you want a sample from Steam Powered Tales Of Awesomeness do yah? Don't trust me huh? The word "awesomeness" ain't good enough eh?
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Cavalcade Of Fancy Ladies-Excerpt
It
was late, much later than the women had intended, but people had been lingering
along the street well past dusk. A
gaggle of pram-pushing young mothers had stood gossiping in front of the house
for hours. A little Asian girl wearing shiny shoes and a big pink bow had spent
the evening admiring an old man’s cart of brightly colored rubber balloons
while scolding a kitten, keeping both the old man and the kitten out on the
street well past the time when little girls, old men and kittens should be home
enjoying supper.
Cavalcade
watchers had notified Sister Lillette when the street had finally cleared and
the two women glided through the deep shadows of the park like a pair of
graceful dark spirits while the rest of the Cavalcade camp distracted any
lingering nightlife. Now Sister Lillette
and Sister Dolcina of The Cavalcade Of Fancy Ladies danced around the pools of
light cast by the streetlights and flowed up and over the ivy covered wall like
wraiths.
The
two women stealthily circled the house, examining the windows on all three
floors. It was close to eleven pm now
and the only lights visible in the house were on the third floor, where
according to the provided floor plan, Dr Malphurgis kept his study.
The
Cavalcade’s instructions were rather straightforward: Abduct Dr Malphurgis, and
recover his research materials. If
neither of these were possible the Fancy Ladies was instructed to destroy the
doctor and all records of his current work.
The sisters of the Cavalcade didn’t know what that work was, but they
were not paid to know. They were paid to
perform.
At
the back of the house, tucked between the trellises, Sister Lillette found what
she wanted- a pair of storm doors to the basement. The doors were wood and a
quick peek through a barred basement window showed the single bolt on the
inside face of the doors. Lillette shut
her piercing blue eyes as the location of the bolt was burned onto her mind’s
eye. With the location of the bolt now
fixed in her head, she moved to the door and set out her tools.
Lillette
pulled what looked like a constable’s baton from the folds of her caftan. The wand was dark and seemed to be made of
heavy rubber. She then drew a small but
complex looking device from a pocket inside her sash. Light from the moon
winked off the teeth of a tiny saw blade. Lillette held the wand, and flicked
open a cap at the base of the handle with one well manicured thumb. She checked the tiny gauge there and then
plugged the clever little omni tool’s cord into the exposed socket. She gave the wand two gentle shakes. There came the familiar scent of ozone and
the omni tool hummed to life.
Purring
saw blade met wooden door and purring saw blade won the contest. Midway through cutting the hole the blade
seemed to slow it’s progress, and Lillette gave the black wand a sharp tap. The
tool’s power surged, and a section of the door fell into the darkness.
“You
know smacking it like that just makes it angry,” commented Dolcina dryly.
“That’s
pretty much the point” replied Lillette smugly as she unplugged the omni tool
and placed it back into her sash.
Without further comment she reached into the hole and threw the bolt,
then lifted the storm door and the two Fancy Ladies quietly entered the
doctor’s basement.
The
basement of Dr. Malphurgis’ house was a cavernous space. The basement was not completely dark. Stacks of boxes and crates were everywhere
and numerous machines crowded the huge room.
The various pieces of machinery quietly hummed and glowed softly. Lillette spotted one big crate that was full of
bullets.
As
Sister Dolcina’s eyes adjusted to the low light she stopped short, grabbed her
companion’s arm and gave a little gasp.
A
giant was hanging from the ceiling of the basement.
As
the two shapely burglars crept closer they could see it wasn’t a giant man, it
was a giant suit. It had a round blunt
head and oversized thick limbs. It
looked vaguely like a deep-sea diving suit, though both women doubted there was
much call for deep sea diving in Bjornston Harbor. The enormous suit was hanging from chains
with its arms forward, and it reminded Sister Dolcina of a giant discarded
puppet. She shuddered. Sister Dolcina hated puppets.
Lillette
moved around behind the dangling metal suit and saw a tangle of pipes and wires
all terminating at a point on its back.
“Something’s
missing,” she whispered.
The
various pipes and wires looked like they were meant to plug into something, and
a space for that something was now obvious in the center of the suit’s
back. Lillette glanced around. Although
the basement was scattered with crates and equipment nothing looked like it fit
the puzzle. Any further investigation
was cut short as the basement gaslights were suddenly dialed up.
Like
performers in a choreographed dance the two women simultaneously dropped to the
floor behind a large machine that periodically went “meep”. From this beeping hiding spot they watched a
young man descend the basement steps. The
lad was totally absorbed with the bulky camera he was carrying, and didn’t look
up until he was well into the basement workshop. Lillette nudged her companion as she
considered the young man’s details.
Dark
hair peeked out past pale skin from under a knit cap, and a bulky wool coat hid
his clothing. Sister Lillette could
easily detect the scent of hair palmate as well as a smoky fish smell. Herring and hair oil thought the Fancy Lady…a
Russian.
The
young Russian photographer moved around to the back of the suit, his camera
flash strobing as he recorded the details of the hanging metal giant. When the young Russian’s back was to her,
Lillette rose from her crouch, drew her baton and flicked a catch on the
handle. The outer black rubber sheath
fellto the floor exposing the core of
the wand.
If
the young Russian had turned around he would have seen that Lillette now held a
black rubber handle fitted to a sixteen-inch brass and metal cage. If the young Russian had looked even closer
he would have seen the creature that resided within the brass and metal
cage. He would have seen the green and
blue-pebbled skin, the snake like body, and the strangely intelligent yet
wholly evil eyes.
If
the young Russian had turned around he would have seen an actual Venusian Tesla
Adder trapped in an Adder Wand, but unfortunately for him he never turned
around. Lillette gave the wand a sharp
snap of her wrist, then stepped forward and rapped the wand against the base of
the young Russian’s skull. This time the
scent of ozone was followed by a loud “pop” and the smell of cooking bacon as
the young Russian fell soundlessly into Dolcina’s waiting arms.
The
Tesla Adder was just one of the many deadly creatures of Venus. What was the saying-“Venus, a thousand shades
of green and a million ways to die.”
This was hardly the only “native of Venus” that lived in the Cavalcade
nor was it arguably the most dangerous, but it was one of the more useful ones.
The
Tesla Adder produced an electrical discharge whenever it was annoyed.
The
best way to really annoy one was to flick its fourteen-inch body down a sixteen-inch
tube and slam it snoot first into the tip.
The problem was, the more annoyed a Tesla Adder became the stronger the
discharge.
On a
really bad day an angry adult Tesla Adder could electrocute an elephant.
“I
told you it was going to get angry”, scolded Dolcina. “Instead of shocking him you fried the poor
boy’s brain.”
Lillette
gave a little shrug as she patted the dead man’s pockets. The man represented a complication. She highly doubted Dr Malphurgis made a habit
of having Russian houseguests, especially since the Czar had declared war on
“Amerikan Imperial aggressions”. She
also doubted the good doctor had given permission for photographs of his large
metal basement puppet, so unfortunately this meant there was probably a second
performance troupe trying to take the stage.
Dolcina
dragged the dead photographer behind a palette of boxes, as Lillette slid the
black rubber sheath over the now sleeping alien eel’s cage.
“You
know it’s just going to sleep for hours now after a jolt that strong”,
complained Dolcina as she rather effortlessly dragged the dead weight of the
dead man. “You really should be nicer to
it.”
“Well
I can’t exactly pet it now can I”, hissed Lillette in response.
With
the lights now dialed up The Fancy Ladies could see more of the basement’s
interior. Tables were arrayed with half
built devices, and schematics and blueprints cluttered every surface. Crates of ammunition lay open and spilled
onto the floor, and tools lay everywhere.
Overall it looked like an army of people had recently been working in
the space. The sisters even spied empty cups and discarded Greeble tins.
Lillette
hated clutter and her opinion of Dr Malphurgis dipped significantly. It was one of the many reasons she did not
allow men to stay with the Caravan- men meant clutter.
The
women carefully crossed the basement floor avoiding the mess and had almost
reached the flight of stairs heading up when they heard another set of
footsteps descending the stone steps.
Lillette
shoved the now dormant adder wand back into her jacket as Dolcina stepped
around her and pulled a small silver pipe from her sleeve. Dolcina waited until she was sure it was just
a single person coming down the stairs, then brought the puff pipe up in a
straight-armed stance and squeezed the trigger.
The
small fluted needle in the puff pipe benefited from another strange creature,
though this one was from dear old earth.
The venom that lay in the grooves of the dart came from a sea urchin of
the South Seas, and the little compressed-air dart thrower could also play a
merry tune if you knew where to put…and not put your lips.
The
second Russian had just enough time to look confused before the venom clamped
an iron fist on his muscles and then his lungs.
The man teetered for a moment then fell onto his back-his body locked in
a frozen pose like a cigar store skrealing.
Dolcina
looked down into his frozen face and gave a little sigh. The man’s mouth was open but no air was going
in and his wide opened eyes began to roll back into his head. Dolcina tilted her head to the side
considering the dying man then reached into her sash and drew out small
needle. Lillette gave a disgusted little
huff as Dolcina pricked the side of the man’s neck with the needle. She waited a moment then pressed firmly on
the man’s chest in three sharp pushes.
The man gave a loud gasp of air and then passed out.
“See,
nobody died,” said Dolcina as she smiled and stood.
“It’s
early, and there’s probably more of them”, replied Lillette curtly. “Check his shoes”.
Dolcina
looked at the man’s shoes, then his jacket and his hands. He had a heavy coat, callused hands and
gum-soled shoes. She glared up the
stairs. “We need to move sister”, the
curvy woman growled, and together they hurried up the stairs.
Friday, January 25, 2013
Airship Neverland Review
Okay, so in keeping with my promise to keep this banana from getting any browner...
My First Steampunk Book Review!
REVIEW- Tales OF the Airship Neverland by John R White
So, I've known about this book for a while now, if you go on Steampunk Revolution how can you not- John posts about it all the friggin time! At one point John posted an honest request for people to support his efforts and try his book...and appreciating his honesty I bought a copy...not really expecting to actually READ it any time soon.
Now understand...I HATED Boneshaker, and I've disliked a couple of the other self-labeled steampunk novels I've read recently. The idea of a steampunked Peter Pan left me flat and uninterested. The LAST thing i wanted to read about is somebody's gear-glued Captain hook and a clockwork tinkerbell flying around worrying about saying anything insensitive to the Indians! (this is what I pretty much was expecting) It was therefor with mild trepidation that I peeled back the cover of Tales of Airship Neverland and started to read...
SURPRISE! HE LIKES IT! HEY MIKEY!
I am 75% done, and this book rocks! I've got to be careful that I don't spoil the read for anyone but I must say-nice job. There is a wonderful blend of action and drama in this ...homage?...to the Peter Pan story. The characters John has created feel real and believable and their actions and choices are not dictated by PC utopianism, but rather real human behavior and soul. He breaks gender roles with a diamond cutter creating empowered females who don't sacrifice their femininity to achieve traditionally male dominated power levels.
I especially like the...almost sympathetic...Captain Hook, and his very colonial era attitude about the world, his own worth and his disdain for...pretty much everybody else. I did say "almost sympathetic".
The clever techno-bends and twists John created when building his world add the right amount of gadget-magic without ever getting silly or ridiculously unbelievable. It's perhaps the re-sculpting of the traditional tale's world and the thoroughness and creativity that John used to do it that allows his very engaging characters to live and breath in a story you know...and don't know that grabs from the very first page.
There is nothing silly, redundant, or stretched in John R White's Tales Of The Airship Neverland. It is an original and inventive tale that has nothing to do with Sandy Duncan or Cathy Rigby in tights and everything to do with a riveting steampunk-influenced adventure story about characters you will care about.
...at least I did! Nice work John, thanks for the adventure.
Go to
http://airshipneverland.com/
My First Steampunk Book Review!
REVIEW- Tales OF the Airship Neverland by John R White
So, I've known about this book for a while now, if you go on Steampunk Revolution how can you not- John posts about it all the friggin time! At one point John posted an honest request for people to support his efforts and try his book...and appreciating his honesty I bought a copy...not really expecting to actually READ it any time soon.
Now understand...I HATED Boneshaker, and I've disliked a couple of the other self-labeled steampunk novels I've read recently. The idea of a steampunked Peter Pan left me flat and uninterested. The LAST thing i wanted to read about is somebody's gear-glued Captain hook and a clockwork tinkerbell flying around worrying about saying anything insensitive to the Indians! (this is what I pretty much was expecting) It was therefor with mild trepidation that I peeled back the cover of Tales of Airship Neverland and started to read...
SURPRISE! HE LIKES IT! HEY MIKEY!
I am 75% done, and this book rocks! I've got to be careful that I don't spoil the read for anyone but I must say-nice job. There is a wonderful blend of action and drama in this ...homage?...to the Peter Pan story. The characters John has created feel real and believable and their actions and choices are not dictated by PC utopianism, but rather real human behavior and soul. He breaks gender roles with a diamond cutter creating empowered females who don't sacrifice their femininity to achieve traditionally male dominated power levels.
I especially like the...almost sympathetic...Captain Hook, and his very colonial era attitude about the world, his own worth and his disdain for...pretty much everybody else. I did say "almost sympathetic".
The clever techno-bends and twists John created when building his world add the right amount of gadget-magic without ever getting silly or ridiculously unbelievable. It's perhaps the re-sculpting of the traditional tale's world and the thoroughness and creativity that John used to do it that allows his very engaging characters to live and breath in a story you know...and don't know that grabs from the very first page.
There is nothing silly, redundant, or stretched in John R White's Tales Of The Airship Neverland. It is an original and inventive tale that has nothing to do with Sandy Duncan or Cathy Rigby in tights and everything to do with a riveting steampunk-influenced adventure story about characters you will care about.
...at least I did! Nice work John, thanks for the adventure.
Go to
http://airshipneverland.com/
It IS ALIVE!
This poor blog has been sitting like a brown banana on the counter for some time...so I'm swatting away the fruit flies and making banana bread! (meaning I'm gonna write in it some more!)
THE BOOK IS DONE! Okay, I still gotta get the illustrations placed and get Christine to double check it but it's ready fro the publisher after that.
SO FAR in 2013, Steam Powered Tales Of Awesomeness and the IAAC will be presenting at:
-Time Travelers Resort At Wicked Fair in Feb
-Divine Decadence Twisted Worlds in April
-Steampunk Worlds Fair in May
...and a couple others are in the works. Come see us, oogle our crap and buy our book!
This month we:
-Participated in the Brute Force Studios "Secret Project Thing!"...that was a MAJOR blast, and I am STILL working on post production...things...for this project. Watch the internet for imminent release!
-Started a new "Trophy Creature" for Major Girth's "Imperial Menagerie Of Conquered Critters". My goal is two more before SPWF.
-Finished the Jagerbot 5000 prop for the upcoming IAAC film "Safari"- still gotta do the controller prop.
I'm trying to decide if I should produce a limited run of large format prints of the illustrations from the first volume of SPTOA for sale. Does anybody care?
Aside from that...happy new year and i'll see you at the next event.
B
THE BOOK IS DONE! Okay, I still gotta get the illustrations placed and get Christine to double check it but it's ready fro the publisher after that.
SO FAR in 2013, Steam Powered Tales Of Awesomeness and the IAAC will be presenting at:
-Time Travelers Resort At Wicked Fair in Feb
-Divine Decadence Twisted Worlds in April
-Steampunk Worlds Fair in May
...and a couple others are in the works. Come see us, oogle our crap and buy our book!
This month we:
-Participated in the Brute Force Studios "Secret Project Thing!"...that was a MAJOR blast, and I am STILL working on post production...things...for this project. Watch the internet for imminent release!
-Started a new "Trophy Creature" for Major Girth's "Imperial Menagerie Of Conquered Critters". My goal is two more before SPWF.
-Finished the Jagerbot 5000 prop for the upcoming IAAC film "Safari"- still gotta do the controller prop.
I'm trying to decide if I should produce a limited run of large format prints of the illustrations from the first volume of SPTOA for sale. Does anybody care?
Aside from that...happy new year and i'll see you at the next event.
B
Tuesday, November 20, 2012
Post Philcon
So, Ray and I did our first general sci-fi convention (as opposed to a steampunk specific one)... and I was happy with our reception. Ray and I shine ( I think) when we are on discussion panels where we can share our knowledge and love of geek-things. We are both well educated, well read and opinionated enough to know NOT to take ourselves to seriously and I know my job is to entertain as much as inform when I'm on these things.
I was also excited about how much the panel of "professional" authors HATED us! These four fossils thought they had some secret knowledge only granted to those who ...I don't know...sucked the dick of the first sci-fi anthology publishers or who could name all the various sci-fi stories involving bread mold...
They asked us three times "are you sure you are supposed to be on this panel?" Yes, and the fact that we knew as much or even more about the subject seemed to cause them physical pain, almost as much as did our unwillingness to bow before their superior intellects!
In retrospect its really a good thing:
-we did not go armed
-I did not drink before the panels
I'm not saying I would stab an arrogant old fucker or jack him once the crowd left the room...only an idiot would make that kind of claim on an open internet forum...
...what was I saying?
Oh, yeah we had a good time and are looking forward to Time Travelers Resort in Feb where we will be unveiling the book...finally.
And we are going armed.
I was also excited about how much the panel of "professional" authors HATED us! These four fossils thought they had some secret knowledge only granted to those who ...I don't know...sucked the dick of the first sci-fi anthology publishers or who could name all the various sci-fi stories involving bread mold...
They asked us three times "are you sure you are supposed to be on this panel?" Yes, and the fact that we knew as much or even more about the subject seemed to cause them physical pain, almost as much as did our unwillingness to bow before their superior intellects!
In retrospect its really a good thing:
-we did not go armed
-I did not drink before the panels
I'm not saying I would stab an arrogant old fucker or jack him once the crowd left the room...only an idiot would make that kind of claim on an open internet forum...
...what was I saying?
Oh, yeah we had a good time and are looking forward to Time Travelers Resort in Feb where we will be unveiling the book...finally.
And we are going armed.
Thursday, September 6, 2012
Almost done
Well, the book is in it's last revision/update. Ray and I knocked out the last few missing pieces and now I just need to draw...a bunch! Not to worry though, I'm on it.
I also finished a piece of music and the storyboard for the book trailer video, and doing the final illustrations for the book also deals with some of the art I need for the trailer.
I expect to meet my Nov deadline for self publishing the first book run assuming my editor doesn't find a bunch of mistakes...
I also finished a piece of music and the storyboard for the book trailer video, and doing the final illustrations for the book also deals with some of the art I need for the trailer.
I expect to meet my Nov deadline for self publishing the first book run assuming my editor doesn't find a bunch of mistakes...
Monday, July 16, 2012
Podcast coming
So, like many others I am launching a podcast in yet another attempt to get....attention! Unlike some others though I am hoping to entertain rather than just pontificate...
Ray and I have been recording not only conversations on our opinions of steampunk community issues, we are also recording audio drama's based on our Steam Powered Tales Of Awesomeness™ fiction...gathering together other voice actors to help flesh out the stories and characters.
Yesterday as Ray laid down his first voice tract I deleted the audio file, glanced over at him and stated "wow you suck at this !" Yeeeeesssss the creative flow and exchange here at Epiphany Arts is staggering sometimes...reminds me of the time I Fabreezed™ a contractor...!
So please be patient as we sharpen our acting skills, revise our scripts and edit out all the stumbles and mumbles in the audio files-the SPTA Podcast should be up shortly....assuming my cowriter doesn't punch me.
"...I just want you to know, everything you are doing is bad!"
Ray and I have been recording not only conversations on our opinions of steampunk community issues, we are also recording audio drama's based on our Steam Powered Tales Of Awesomeness™ fiction...gathering together other voice actors to help flesh out the stories and characters.
Yesterday as Ray laid down his first voice tract I deleted the audio file, glanced over at him and stated "wow you suck at this !" Yeeeeesssss the creative flow and exchange here at Epiphany Arts is staggering sometimes...reminds me of the time I Fabreezed™ a contractor...!
So please be patient as we sharpen our acting skills, revise our scripts and edit out all the stumbles and mumbles in the audio files-the SPTA Podcast should be up shortly....assuming my cowriter doesn't punch me.
"...I just want you to know, everything you are doing is bad!"
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