Steampunk! An Anthology of Fantastically Rich and Strange Stories

Language: English

Pages: 432

ISBN: 0763657972

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

"Chockful of gear-driven automatons, looming dirigibles, and wildly implausible time machines . . . should please steampunks of all ages." — Publishers Weekly (starred review)

Imagine an alternate universe where tinkerers and dreamers craft and re-craft a world of automatons, clockworks, calculating machines, and other marvels that never were. Visionaries Kelly Link and Gavin J. Grant have taken a genre already rich, strange, and inventive and challenged fourteen masters of speculative fiction, including two graphic storytellers, to embrace its established themes and refashion them in surprising ways and settings. The result is an anthology that defies its genre even as it defines it.

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Promethean current on a silken belt through the twin metal heads of the Dioscuri, and he observed which way the lightning leaped. The bolt cracked from the left head to the right, and at that moment, in the same quadrant, a startled crow flew over, crying as if for vengeance. “I fear,” said the soothsayer, “that the gods will not smile upon this expedition.” Crassus, furious with the man, looked at the proud and haughty faces of his rivals. He saw that Caesar would not meet his eye, and

“Where to?” the cabbie asks impatiently, peering into the cab through the little window behind his seat. It’s the only lead she’s got. A good detective always checks out every lead, no matter how paltry. “Four-fifteen Sandbank Road,” she orders. The cabbie slides his window shut, and with a jerk and jingle of tack, the cab jolts forward. Normally, the journey to her beat is a long cold one, entailing two cold horsecar rides, one to the end of the line, and then a long trudge along

tell me what is going on here.” “I am Dr. Theophrastus Ehle,” the chimp says, “and this is my colleague, Dr. Adelaide Elsinore. We are in the middle of a very important experiment, which you and your blundering almost ruined.” Constable Etreyo has never heard of a chimpanzee with a doctorate, or, for that matter, a chimpanzee who can speak or walk upright. However, just because she hasn’t met one before obviously does not mean that they do not exist, for here one is, standing there glaring

to utter a soft greeting in return. As he did so, he was struck by the thought that he had not spoken aloud for more than ten years. The woman came up to the door, intent on him, watching for any sign of sudden movement. The man was familiar with that gaze. He had been surrounded by bodyguards for many years, and though their eyes had been looking outward, he saw the same kind of focus in this woman. It was strange to see that focus in so young a woman, he thought. She couldn’t be more than

helmet? It is loud here, now, all this talking, and your breath, it is like a bellows, all a-huffing and a-puffing. . . .” Ruane’s face had set, hard and cold. When she spoke, her words came out with slow deliberation. “How was it you were not affected by the Stopper?” “Me?” asked Ahfred. “Everyone knows I have no clockwerk enhancement. Oh, no, I couldn’t stand it, all that ticking inside me, that constant tick . . . tick . . . tick . . . It was bad enough around me, oh, yes, much too

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