The world dies in war only to be reborn. It is the way of things, and always will be.
Forged in the Deadlands crucible, and armed with the knowledge of their true enemy, Jacob, Alice, and their allies bring the fight back to Ancora. They’ll liberate their homeland, or die trying.
The wounds cut deep in their darkest hour, but in the end, vengeance will light their path.
Genre: YA Steampunk
Publication Date: April 5, 2016
They ordered and waited in relative silence until Smith began drumming his fork on the wooden table.
“Stop that,” Mary said.
“What?” Smith asked as his tempo increased.
“It’s rude and you’re drawing attention to us.”
Smith sighed and let the fork fall from his hands, clattering onto the bare wood as the server dropped off three pewter steins, filled with a dark ale, and one glass of milk.
“Milk?” Alice asked. “Ugh, I thought you were joking.”
“Just try it,” Eva said. “It’s not bug milk, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
“She’s not worried about that,” Smith said. “The girl drinks Sweetwing tea like it’s water.”
Alice slid the glass closer and said, “I’m feeling a bit outnumbered here.” She took a tentative sip and jerked her head away from the straw, smacking her lips when the taste of cocoa and sugar hit her tongue. “What?”
“White Cocoa Milk,” Eva said. “It’s a lot better than the regular stuff.”
Alice took another deep drink. “Yeah it is. Wow.”
Smith started drumming his fork on the table again.
“Oh, gods!” Mary said. “Smith! Stop it. Drumming that fork into submission isn’t going to change anything about you meeting with the tinkers.”
Eric is a former bookseller, guitarist, and comic seller currently living in Saint Louis, Missouri. A lifelong enthusiast of books, music, toys, and games, he discovered a love for the written word after being dragged to the library by his parents at a young age. When he is not writing, you can usually find him reading, gaming, or buried beneath a small avalanche of Transformers.