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| Armada, by Remton of DeviantArt |
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Hi all, I'm back!
Ready to get to work on my new web-serial Orphans of the Celestial Sea (working title, subject to change).
I'd love to find two or three critically minded
people who absolutely love reading in the Steampunk or related genres who can read
8-12 pages a week and give me feedback within a couple of days of
receiving the material. If you'd be interested drop me a line in the comments below.
The series is currently titled
Orphans of the Celestial Sea, although that may be subject to change. If
you can imagine the TV series Firefly set in a Steampunk world that's
pretty close to the mark. It follows the adventures of Tom Cain and his
misfit crew as they try to unravel the mysteries surrounding their
airship Hecate and the plague of psychosis-inducing Mist which is slowly
destroying human civilization.
Here's the first page as a sample of what you'd be getting yourself into.
Orphans of the Celestial Sea
Episode 1
Part 1
Mist crept up the hillside like a living thing, long tendrils reaching
ahead as it dragged itself toward the town of Milton. It shimmered and
shone like hungry moonlight as it left the refuge of the forest and
entered the late-afternoon rays of sun. Tom Cain watched it in fascination
until his reverie was broken by the second bell. The code was the same in
every port-of-call he’d visited. Single ring for Mist spotted, second
for approaching town. He turned and headed at a leisurely pace for the
nearest tower. The locals had already scattered to the protective havens,
but Tom had seen enough Mists to know he could outrun them if he had to.
So long as they didn’t ring the third bell.
“Oi, boy! Headin’ for a
tower already? What are ye, a sissy townie?” Airman Oleg
appeared between a row of ramshackle wood and tin buildings followed by
his mate Giles. Tom noted they were both walking as fast as him toward
the tower.
Tom grinned back, Oleg was always ribbing the junior crew.
“No point in taking risks, Airman.”
Oleg
and Giles matched Tom’s stride. “You see that Giles? E’ shows proper
respect. ‘Ow come you never address me as ‘sir’ or ‘Airman””
Giles snorted. “Cuz yer a pompous ass, and you still owe me twenty guilder.”
“Right,
right. I does owe you, doesn’t I? Well, you keep remindin’ me, and I’ll
keep on ignorin’ you, and the world goes round, right laddie-buck?” He
gave Tom a sharp jab in the shoulder.
An insane laugh stopped all three of them. They listened intently to the wind for a minute.
“T’weren’t nothin’,” said Giles, but his voice crept up an octave betraying his nerves.
Oleg nodded. “Yeah, ‘ey’d ring a third bell if it was Draggers.”
>ding< >ding< >ding< On cue, the third bell sounded.
“Shouldn’ta spoke Oleg… you knows it’s bad luck,” muttered Giles.
