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One of Constable Aubrey Hartmann’s
first adventures (chronologically speaking) took place on the battlefields of
the Cimarron before she lost her leg—Grenadiers
and Dragon’s Fire. It was featured in Gears,Gadgets & Steam (Tinkered Tales Book 1) anthology. It was a fun story
to write, and to get to some of the realism, I read William Howard Russell’s The British Expedition to Crimea which was
a first-hand account of many of the battles as told by one of the world’s
earliest “war correspondents”.
I wondered if anyone would
want to read the entire story, just a free download from my website.
The story is solid, Victorian-era
steampunk, but it’s the characters that really make this one shine. I’d already
written two stories about Aubrey—another short story called And Into A Watery Grave and the novel The Clockwork Detective. Both allude to
her military career, but there were no details. Grenadiers and Dragon’s Fire provided some of that background
information:
Screams
crossed the sky, spitting sparks and fire until they slammed into the lower
slope of Bourgogne Hill. Explosions
erupted a moment later with a shower of dirt, bloody limbs and two unfortunate
Imperial soldiers.
“Lieutenant!”
a voice yelled down the line. Panic
broke the soldier’s voice.
“Don’t
you move,” Lieutenant Aubrey Hartmann called back. She didn’t use his name. There was no need to shame him when everyone
was equally scared. “Don’t you
dare. Keep your heads pressed into the
dirt until you’re kissing rock.”
Another
volley screamed over her head. The
Hamill cannons had a poor angle from the top of the fortified redoubt. Their mortar crews, on the other hand, had
nearly perfected the range. Aubrey took
her own orders to heart and pressed her body against hill’s hard-packed dirt
and scrub. She turned her face left to
breathe. Sergeant Simmons looked back at
her and gave a grin.
“I hate
you,” Aubrey said.
Simmons
grinned wider. The mortars began to
scream and fall again with explosive roars.
The Sergeant said something to her, but it was completely lost in the
noise.
Overhead,
two Imperial air platforms thundered into position, their bulky Simm-Daimlers
driving them into position and holding them in place. Some of the soldiers called them airships,
but that was incorrect. They were
nothing more than a flat platform slung under a dirigible frame, crowded with
two mounted guns, five crew members, and the stinking, smoking, thunderous
engines. They couldn’t travel any real
distance without support for refueling and riding on the platform was
uncomfortable for any length of time.
Even with all their faults, the looming presence of the air platforms
made the heavy mortars stop.
What do you think? Would you want to read the rest?
Let me know in the comments below!
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