I like stories about supervillains. They teach children that you can accomplish great things even when the whole world is against you.
G.D. FalksenMots clés humor inspirational horror humorous pulp-fiction steampunk
Many great things have been accomplished by the careful combination of keen minds and ardent spirits.
G.D. FalksenMots clés inspirational steampunk sicence-fiction
Supervillain" means never having to say you're sorry
G.D. FalksenMots clés humor inspirational steampunk
I am tempted to incapacitate him with the hemlock and then castrate him.”
Lena paled. “I don’t think that would be very wise,” she said. “And the only knife we own is what I use for the cooking. You’re not using that.”
“I was planning on using a spoon,” Honoria replied.
Mots clés humor wicked steampunk
A steampunk nation
Baby pollution rises up then the loving comes arraigning 'cause
Our art's official and only partially artificial
And our heart's in the middle of sharp hardened shards of metal but
There's not where it settles
Because it's beating to the steaming of God's hottest pot or kettle
And now we face it, this creation we made to
To save our craving for a synthetic rebelnation it's
Our safeway they make into a pathetic revelation
In our steampunk nation
Our steampunk nation
Mots clés imagination art poetry god heart fantasy fiction creation lyrics artist urban songwriting steampunk artificial
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But there was nothing. No village or town as far as her eyes could strain. Nowhere for her saviours to come from and take her to; just fields and trees and the weeping arc of the river Greave all the way to the horizon. Just like in the books, Greaveburn was all there was; building and building until streets were foundations, roofs were floors, constantly climbing away from itself. now that Abrasia saw it, her dream of escape crumbled completely like an ancient map in her fingers. The horizon was the world's edge and there was nothing beyond it but mist and falling.
Greaveburn stood alone on this little circle of earth, the river running around and into itself like a snake eating its tail. And Abrasia was doomed to watch the sun and stars trade places for all eternity.
Mots clés gothic river city steampunk abrasia greave greaveburn
Oh, it doesn't work at all. That's the problem! It's an endless, halting parade of inspections, bribes, and nonsense—but if you're aboard a Texas vessel, you'll find less inconvenience along the way."
"It's because of their guns!" declared Mr. Henderson, once more escaping his reverie, bobbing out of it as if to gasp for air.
"Concise, my love." Mrs. Henderson gave him a smile. "And correct. Texans are heavily armed and often impatient. They don't need to be transporting arms and gunpowder to create a great nuisance for anyone who stops them, so they tend to be stopped…less often.
Mots clés guns steampunk texans alternate-history
You better not be dead. This team is already overflowing with ankle spankers. I was looking forward to having more women around."
Yara's eyelids fluttered open. She blinked a few times, focused on him, and frowned.
"Ankle spanker? The only thing you've got that'll reach that far is your ego.
Mots clés humor humour fantasy steampunk
Mots clés fantasy zombies steampunk clockpunk goons homunculi
Let us fly, Madam Harpy Queen. Show me how you dance on the wind.
Lita BurkeMots clés dance fantasy wizard steampunk fly harpy clockpunk
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