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The Conspiracy of RuinsLondon in 1888 was a city of two faces: the glittering ballrooms of Mayfair and the choking fog of the East End. Silas was a man of the fog. A disgraced detective with a penchant for absinthe and a family that had fallen from grace, he lived in a cramped flat with his mother and two aunts, women who spent their days reminiscing about a nobility that had long since abandoned them. Silas lived in...0 Kommentare 0 Geteilt 6 Ansichten 0 Bewertungen
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The Requiem of a CivilizationThe Empire of Aethelgard had lasted for a thousand years, but its twilight had arrived. The capital was a city of white marble and gold, but the gold was peeling, and the marble was cracked. Julian was the Imperial Archivist, a man whose life was spent cataloging the decline of his world. He lived in a sprawling estate with his mother and two aunts, women who still dressed as if the Empire were...0 Kommentare 0 Geteilt 53 Ansichten 0 Bewertungen
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The Golden SeparationThe Golden SeparationAct IThe jazz came from the ballroom downstairs, muffled through the ceiling like a heartbeat that belonged to someone else. Clara Beaumont stood in her sitting room on the third floor of the Long Island estate and listened to Richard host another party while she practised the art of becoming invisible.It had been six months since she told him she wanted out. Six months of...0 Kommentare 0 Geteilt 16 Ansichten 0 Bewertungen
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An Unkind SummerAn Unkind Summer The letter arrived on a Monday in September, which was the kind of timing that Clara Bates would have found ironic if she were the ironic type. She was not ironic. She was desperate, which is different. Desperation has no humor in it; it is the most honest emotion a person can feel. The letter was on heavy cream paper, the kind that costs more than a week's rent in Manhattan....0 Kommentare 0 Geteilt 23 Ansichten 0 Bewertungen
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The Absurdity of DustArthur lived in a white cube of an apartment on the 42nd floor of a tower in Midtown Manhattan. The walls were a sterile, blinding white; the furniture was a collection of geometric shapes that served no purpose other than to look expensive. He lived with his mother and two aunts, three women who had become as static and colorless as the walls around them. Outside, the world was ending. Not...0 Kommentare 0 Geteilt 45 Ansichten 0 Bewertungen
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Bloom of the CypressThe heat in St. Tammany Parish in August doesn't just sit on you—it presses. It's a physical weight, the kind that makes you feel your own body more acutely than you'd like, every breath a negotiation with the air. Belle DuBois knew this better than most. At twenty-three, she had already learned to read weather the way other women read faces: as something that would tell her, eventually, what...0 Kommentare 0 Geteilt 55 Ansichten 0 Bewertungen
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The Alchemist of Ebony ManorI. The stone was warm. That was the first thing Edgar noticed when his fingers brushed against it in the darkness of the cellar. Not the cold dampness of the stone walls around him, not the chill that had seeped into his bones since he came down to check the wine supply. This was a warmth that pulsed, faint but steady, like a sleeping thing breathing beneath the earth. He struck a match. The...0 Kommentare 0 Geteilt 8 Ansichten 0 Bewertungen
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Chasing Through the Rainy NightI. The phone rang at eleven on a Tuesday. Jack Moran was sitting in his office with half a bottle of whiskey and a view of the alley through a window that hadn't been cleaned since the previous administration. He let it ring four times before he picked it up. "Moran," he said. "Mr. Moran? This is Veronica Sterling. I need your help." The voice was tired. Not the tiredness of a long day—the...0 Kommentare 0 Geteilt 70 Ansichten 0 Bewertungen
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THE PEOPLE'S ENGINE### Act I: The Spark James Callahan first understood what engineering meant at the age of twelve, when he was sent into the depths of the Homestead Steel Plant to unclog a jammed conveyor belt that had brought the entire rolling mill to a halt. The foreman had given him a choice: crawl through the gap between two moving rollers, or watch his father lose a week's wages for the downtime. James...0 Kommentare 0 Geteilt 48 Ansichten 0 Bewertungen
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