Dark Faerie Tales is pleased to be the next stop on the Tin Swift Blog Tour. HANG FIRE is a steampunk short story set in late 1800′s America. It takes place between the Age of Steam book #1, DEAD IRON and book #2 TIN SWIFT. The story is broken into 20 “chapters” and posted, one chapter at a time, on 20 awesome blogs. To read the whole story, start at chapter 1 at Candace’s Book Blog and follow the “read the next chapter” link at the end of the post.
Thanks to Devon, one lucky commenter will have a chance to win a prize package that includes a copy of Tin Swift. As always, details are listed at the end of the post.
About Devon:
Devon Monk has one husband, two sons, and a dog named Mojo. She lives in Oregon and is surrounded by numerous family members who mostly live within dinner-calling distance of each other. She writes the Allie Beckstrom urban fantasy series and the Age of Steam steampunk series. Her collection of short stories, A CUP OF NORMAL is a finalist for the Mythopoeic and Endeavour Awards. When not writing, Devon drinks coffee and knits strange things.
You can visit Devon around the web: Website | Blog | Twitter | Facebook
Want to read more from Devon Monk?
_________________________________________________________________________________
…read chapter 16 at: My Life in Not So Many Words
HANG FIRE – Chapter 17
“Go, on now, go!” Hink urged his ship. The Swift fled across a sky made of smoke and fire, every drop of the little airship’s steam and glim burning hard, fans growling, wings tucked tight.
Captain Hink had only one goal: escape. His feet were set wide, boots set into the floor bracers, eyes on the heavens above. They were going to make it. They were going to out-run the flaming chunk of shrapnel burning toward them from the foundering Iron Draught.
But hoping did not make a thing true. They were not going to be fast enough this time.
The shrapnel was seconds away from collision with the little airship.
“Fly, girl,” Hink whispered. “Just a little more. Just give me little more.”
The port door ripped open with a pop and blow that jolted the ship. Hink threw a look over his shoulder, expecting to see half his ship blown apart.
Instead, he saw his second-in-command at the door. “Seldom!” he yelled. “What in blazes are you doing?”
Mr. Seldom didn’t seem to hear him, which was not likely. The Irishman could out-hear a herd of rabbits.
Then Captain Hink knew exactly what Seldom was doing. The door was open, and Seldom was manning the canon.
Crazy. The man had gone out-of-his-head crazy.
Mr. Seldom took aim and lit the fuse. The nine pounder went off in a blast of sparks, fire, and smoke, striking the pony-sized chunk of shrapnel and sending it plummeting off their tail.
Captain Hink yelled in victory, and the other crewmen joined in. Mr. Guffin stumped over to Mr. Seldom and helped him muscle the door shut.
Captain Hink tugged on the bell line, signaling for his boilerman, Molly, to cool her down.
Hink swung the Swift in a wide arc, heading back for the glim ground they’d just abandoned. The Iron Draught was about as on fire as a ship could get. It was going to take a tough captain, and a tougher crew, to douse those flames and bring that big bruiser out of the flat belly-spiral she was taking to the ground below.
Captain Hink cussed softly, and Mr. Ansel got on to praying in his native tongue. Mr. Guffin just shook his head, while Seldom wet down the barrel of the canon.
It wasn’t that Captain Hink had a particular fondness for the other ship. They had been out to jump his glim claim, which he could not cozen. But harvesting glim was only one of the things he was in the sky for. As a US Marshal, he was also here to sniff out the people behind the illegal glim trade.
He suspected Les Mullins might have been in touch with just that kind of information. Maybe even information about his old enemy, General Saint’s whereabouts too.
Now Mullins wasn’t worth much of anything except as bait for the buzzards.
“Turn our wings glimward, Mr. Ansel,” Captain Hink said.
“Captain,” Mr. Guffin said from the back of the ship. “We got us a problem.”
…read chapter 18 at: That’s What I’m Talking About
_________________________________________________________________________________
This giveaway is provided by Devon Monk/Roc Trade/Penguin
One lucky winner will win:
1. A magnet of the cover of TIN SWIFT
2. A hand-made by me (and my dear husband) one-of a kind, signed bookmark.
3. A copy of TIN SWIFT
About this Book:
In steam age America, men, monsters, machines and magic battle to claim the same scrap of earth and sky. In this chaos, one man fights to hold on to his humanity–and his honor. . .
Life on the frontier is full of deceit and danger, but bounty hunter Cedar Hunt is a man whose word is his bond. Cursed with becoming a beast every full moon, Cedar once believed his destiny was to be alone. But now, Cedar finds himself saddled with a group of refugees, including the brother he once thought lost.
Keeping his companions alive is proving to be no easy task, in part because of the promise he made to the unpredictable Madder brothers—three miners who know the secret mechanisms of the Strange. To fulfill his pledge, Cedar must hunt a powerful weapon known as the Holder—a search that takes him deep into the savage underbelly of the young country and high into the killing glim-field skies defended by desperate men and deadly ships.
But the battles he faces are just a glimmer of a growing war stirring the country. To keep his word Cedar must navigate betrayal, lies, and treacherous alliances, risking everything to save the lives of those he has come to hold dear…
Click HERE to read an excerpt
Order from
GIVEAWAY GUIDELINES:
You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. Both comments and pings are currently closed.
on 
on 
on 
on 
on 
on 
on