'Steampunk is a sub-genre of science fiction that typically features steam-powered machinery.' Wikipedia.
In a Latitude of Temperance
by Ichabod Temperance
The adventure prone Ichabod Temperance and his
capable cohort Persephone Plumtartt are again hurtled into baffling
mystery and hair raising intrigue. A dangerous mission exposes an
unspeakable danger to the safety of the entire world. Assisting our
brave protagonists is an amazing cast of extraordinary and charming
individuals. Thrilling action in this humourous ride to once again save
our imperiled planet from certain destruction carries Ichabod and Co. to
uncharted waters of surprise and terror.
What is already being said about this new installment...
"Ichabod Temperance weaves a tale of many dangers, filled with tongue-in-cheek characters who will keep you either rolling your eyes or laughing out loud at his artistic talents." 5 Stars
Other Installments in 'The Adventures of Ichabod Temperance' Series...
Book 1 |
Yet, worse is to come. The naïve young inventor and the lovely intellectual find themselves fighting not only to save their own lives, while concurrently coming to terms with their own budding romance, but to prevent the destruction of all life on Earth in this humourously told and poignant steampunk adventure!
Book 2 |
Book 3 |
Book 4 |
"'Twas the hand of fate that brought Miss Plumtartt and me together,
for, in truth, we have been happenstance-stricken and adventure prone
ever since." -Ichabod Temperance, For the Love of Temperance
Such is the case once again as Ichabod Temperance and his lady love,
Miss Persephone Plumtartt, are hurled into adventure and mystery. This
time, they return to Persephone's ancestral estate in England, where
they hope to enjoy a much-needed vacation. However, fate has other plans
for the young couple, as a series of murders close in upon the innocent
pair. A notorious Victorian Era London detective assists the plucky
protagonists through a tangled web of intrigue involving an incredible
cast of suspicious characters.
An Excerpt, just for a taste...
An unnatural, flaring, light ahead marks my destination, that is, a place to break the water's surface and breathe again. Though my lungs are set to burst from their labors, I force myself to approach the water's surface carefully. Working my wings to slow my ascent, I crest the ice-filled waves.
Huge chunks of floating ice, each weighing thousands of pounds, bob about my position. I must remain wary lest I am crushed between them. They do, however, provide cover so that I may observe my quarry.
How are these men able to carve the ice in so precise of a manner and form it to their to their needs? Strange in their perfection, the flat walls of the channel lead to this exact square harbor. Three slips have been cut into one side. These docks conform to the three human ships here in this hidden, ice-bound bay. This secret harbour is enormous, extending for hundreds of yards.
One, a hybrid 'steamer' and sailing ship, is out bound. I need to make a note of her name and nationality. 'Stoker' is proudly painted on her bow and across her fantail. The ship is completely black but in a way that suggests that the colour is derived from the pigment of the wood, and not from paint. This holds true for the disquieting black sails that are being unfurled. Something in their thick, fleshy unraveling fills me with a nameless dread. She is a Norwegian ship by her flag, a sturdily built icebreaker, but I am quite sure that the Nordic registration is a falsehood. My contacts in the intelligence community tell me that a Romanian flag would be more appropriate. Perhaps the ship's owners inhabit an even darker section of that foreboding country. Her masters very likely hail from an ominous area whose name begins with the letter, 'T'. On what sort of foul mission could her evil controlers be sending her? I must put my own forces at work to trail her ill-omened course and give them leave to intercede if, or when, necessary.
A large freighter is moored to their admittedly ingenious dock of solid ice. Many human men work to unload her heavy, mysterious cargoes. A great crate is being manipulated by a crane from the ship. Voices shout out directions to deposit the wooden box on the strangely precise sculpture of the pier. These human vocalizations echo from the ice cliffs in the confines of the large, private harbor. To my mind, they voices are in a slavic tongue and accent. This furthers my suspicions that this operations true origin lies in that remote and forgotten section of ancient Europe. Those hidden reaches of the Carpathian Mountains are still wild in many respects.
These crates they handle have the look of containing heavy machineries. What diabolical purpose could these clock and mechanical devices serve?
Then we have our third ship, the 'monster', of which I have heard so much. This, more-so than the threat of being shot by rifle, is why I enter this domain alone and not in the comradeship of my brave brethren. The 'monster' is well named, for though I know it to be a construct of man, and not an organic, it is nonetheless horrific in appearance. Hideous, bulbous eyes at the front of the submersible are mercifully turned away from me. The points of the creature's aquadro-dynamic spine are highlighted by the intensely burning arc lights on the opposite side. Gigantic silhouetted shadows jump about the icy walls in brief bursts of blinding illumination. The brilliant, though erratic, purple flashes are caught by the reflective quality of the monsters glass eyes to strangely inspire the spark of life in the clockwork creature. The metallic scales of the leviathan shimmer and ripple with barely contained berserker excitement in the sharply defined, and sporadic shadows. I half expect the abominable aquatic to leap with mechanical life and turn to devour me.
About the Author
Factoid...
Icky's ability to describe detailed, complicated, though ridiculous, fight scenes through the use of dialogue only is further explored in this scintillating tale!
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