A priest, who came from a land far away and wed priestess Seshat, used powerful magic for Pharaoh Tutimaeus. With his invention of a horseless chariot and magic men who blew steam, the Egyptians defeated the Hyksos warriors.” He felt his mouth quirk and a deep chuckle rolled from his belly. “Well, an Egyptian priest is a quite a step up from assistant to the conservator of the Louvre.” - As Timeless As Stone
Maeve AlpinTag: steampunk steampunk-romance egyptian-steamnpunk
Here lies the body of Colonel Cornell’s. The rest of the fellow, I fancy, in hell is.
Mark HodderTag: science-fiction mystery steampunk
Indeed. I have often thought that when a man selects one word over another he often reveals far more of himself than he intended.
Mark HodderTag: science-fiction mystery steampunk
How dare you! What is your name? I shall make it a sin to be spoken.”
The braveness of his chuckle and grin made me step back. “Garrett. My name is Garrett and please make my name a sin to speak. Maybe that way I won’t have people like you screaming out for people like me; for people like you are so ghastly and in need of saving too many times.” Lucy to Garrett from my Steampunk YA Romance book I have started.
Sespian opened his mouth, paused, closed it, then shook his head ruefully. "It's very easy to be drawn into what you're saying, and I catch myself wanting to nod and agree. Maybe I should take notes on your technique."
Amaranthe blushed and felt like she should stutter an apology, but she hadn't done anything to be embarrassed about, had she?
"It's her eyes", Sicarius said, startling her..
Yara glanced over her shoulder at him, apparently, surprised to hear him speak, but soon turned her attention back to the tracks. She seemed to be believe she should remain silent for the discussion.
Sespian scratched his jaw. "Yes, maybe so. They're like a doe's. Warm and earnest and..."
"Wholesome. Sicarius's eyes glinted, and Amaranthe scowled at him.
Tag: conspiracy steampunk steampunk-romance dark-currents deadly-games emperor-s-edge high-fantasy lindsay-buroker
Clocks are the enemies of time... they are the gaolers of day and the turnkeys of night."
Tom Thumb
They were all machines, he thought, just like La Mettrie had said in L'Homme Machine all those years ago. So he, Orphan, was a machine of flesh and blood, and Lucy, now, was made of something else, more complex perhaps- but they were the same and...
They were in love.
Sometimes that was enough.
Perdonerete, ma è piuttosto difficile parlare del proprio amico e di otto tentacoli che vi aggrediscono e si infilano sotto gli abiti, insinuandosi in posti che un gentiluomo non dovrebbe nominare.
Daniela BarisoneTag: humor steampunk incipit steampunk-romance tentacle
Sometimes he felt as if he'd been born in the wrong century. The people of this time were all wrong for him, and he was all wrong for them. But he refused to become something he wasn't just for society's approval.
Heather MasseyTag: steampunk approval-of-others clockpunk
What makes us the strongest tribe on the continent is the fact that a group that opposes these values--a group that would have mankind remain in the new dark ages--is permitted to grow, permitted to exist...and, after it becomes a violent terrorist organization, is allowed to live on it own lands, taken out of the lands of those it has attacked and continues to attack!" He had to stop speaking then--the applause was louder than even his amplified voice. "They expect that fear will drive us to become like them...closed-minded, blind, angry. Our society will remain open and free so long as I am standing upright," he continued, once the applause died down.
Lia HabelTag: dystopia zombies steampunk
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