Issue #34
January 14, 2010
PDFMobi PrcePubKindle Store

A Serpent in the Gears

While the Royal Society's ostensible reason for our expedition was to offer the hand of friendship and scientific inquiry to their poor isolated cousins, any idiot could see that it was also to assay whether air power could bypass the gun emplacements. Thaumic reservoirs might be useless for certain engineering methods, but that hardly made them worthless, as the Royal Society well knew.


Niddy’s pale corpse lay naked on the table. Her eyes were held shut by river-worn pebbles rather than the coins I’d placed before I left. The dress that should have graced the corpse, Niddy’s best, was on Trilla. Though it shamed me that my sister’s body was shown such dishonor before strangers, it didn’t hurt as it might have. If justice prevailed, that dress would be all the benefit Trilla’s treachery brought her.

Audio Fiction Podcast:
The Manufactory
Podcast: Download (Duration: 27:54 — 19.16MB)
We figured we’d get rich once corpses became rare and valuable resources again.