Fly for freedom.
Helena always thought of Europe as the romantic continent, full of history and mystery waiting to be explored. What she finds breaks her heart, deforested, and smoke choked.
The Russians haunt the Legend’s every move. Will she ever escape their influence?
The old countries are arming with new deadly steam-powered weapons. Will humans survive to see the 20th century?
Will Helena want to live in the next century if it arrives safely?
Genre: FICTION / Science Fiction / SteampunkI have over 30 books published in several SF/F sub-genres; I would like to increase my international readership.
“You’re never going to catch the Legend if you go to Bermuda, they will be long gone. Your best bet is to find a fast ship to France once you reach New York. Perhaps Calais or even Paris. I will send word to Grand Central Station if I receive news. Chin up, keep a stiff upper lip. Keep faith that your fiancée is alive, and Helena will be able to help you find her.” Sigmund leaned on his cane, giving the same advice he’d given since the decision was made. His smooth British accent always made the bad news sound better.
Doyle found it hard to concentrate. The creature that had helped him in the theater hadn’t left his side. He talked little, preferring to sleep attached to Doyle’s bag or body.
At least Sigmund had been kind enough to buy a first class ticket for him and hand him a fistful of dollars. It was the least the Brandywine estate could do, since it was Helena that brought the Demon that possessed Tsang Mei back from the other side. Doyle hoped upon hope Helena would take him there to find and rescue his fiancée.
Carl reached out and gave Doyle a hug. He had been speaking the whole time, but Doyle found it hard to concentrate. Wrapping him in a bear hug, Carl whispered, “Just be careful and come home safe. The city needs men like you.” The embrace broken, Carl stuck out his hand, which Doyle took and shook with a firm grip. Carl cleared his throat and said with a deeper voice, “Stay out of trouble.”
“Thank you for everything.” Doyle had no other words for his friends. He bent down and picked up his small tan suitcase. For this trip he traveled exceedingly light: a few changes of clothes, his favorite flat cap, and the gas-powered pistol, a gift from Mister Wizard. With a quick salute, he waved before boarding the express train and finding his cabin.
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