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James mouth hung open as he watched the stolen steamer slam into the Dreadnaught pod. The riveted boilers of the pod popping as the squeal of metal on metal clanged over the rapid thrum of the chasing steamers drivers.Rebecca leaned in and ordered the engineer to brake hard as the stolen steamer lifted off the tracks and ran up and over the massive hulk of the Dreadnaught pod. Hydraulics whined

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"Master M," Alban pods are blocking the track across the border a minion reported a wireless headset pressed to his ear."Get the anti-pod teams to the front steamer, clear those damn pods out of our way." Master M reached for a vial of green fluid."Shall we reduce speed?" The minion asked."No! We have a contract to fulfill! Full speed!" Master M guzzled the fluid and turned to the minion. "Time

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"Five minutes to the border," announced a minion as Master M examined the gauges of the stored fissionables."Send of a wireless to the Duke, inform him that his package for his program is secure," Master M inserted a key and locked down the fissionables with a loud satisfying click.The minion clicked his heels and hurried off leaving his master to his work. The regular clank of moving parts

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The thrum of the twelve Rolls Royce twin turbo props made the bridge of the airship Tesla vibrate with power. Master M swiveled his command chair and examined the cards of data being spat out by the Babbage Machine he had installed after procuring the Tesla.“Yes, The Saltire is nearing landfall,” his narrow fingers clutched a card, “finally I will be rid of McBride and his pesky women!”Master M

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Jock sat on the bank casting his fly rod as Stefania sat nearby her sketch pad in hand her hands busy as she roughed out another sketch of Jock fishing. “I hope you have moved onto a more fitting subject,” Jock joked as he placed his fly just where he wanted it. Stefania smiled. “My grandfather would say the same thing when I would visit him at Lake Como,” she smiled her cheeks dimpling as she

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The rain had cleared and the sun had appeared as the local steamer pulled into Oban Station. Maureen descended from the carriage her skirts gathered in her hand as Stefania held out a hand to her. John stuck his head out of an open window, meet me round the front of the station, arrangements for transportation have been made,” he said and pulled his head back into the carriage.“He is getting

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"Good, I was just going to call for you," John said when Rebecca appeared. "We're an hour from the border.""Any word?" She asked as she took the seat next to him."Nothing. And that is worrying.""He's not crazy enough to detonate the fissionables," Rebecca said with certainty."I don't know, he's growing more unstable I think.""John, criminal masterminds are not known to be the most stable

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John McBride stared out at the Dumfries skyline as he sipped at his tea. The late fall rains had been falling for over two weeks now swelling the River Nith as the rain swept clean the city streets. John turned and walked over to Rebecca who was reading the Dumfries Daily. Without looking up she held out a silver flask which he tipped into his cup pouring a medicinal dram of single malt into his

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Master M sipped his tea as the countryside raced by. His minions looked around nervously as they took in the large warnings posted on every available surface of the carriage. "Any word from the Duke?" Master M asked as he added another lump of raw sugar to his tea. "We should be receiving a transmission," he looked down at his pocket watch, "Very soon, yes very soon indeed." "Sir, our

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The military steamer pulled out of Aberdeen station it's quad drivers pushing its mass faster and faster down the straight line of track as it picked up speed. Master M stood at the levers of the main steamer as his minions fed its quad boilers and readied the cargo for transfer when the came to the boarder two hours distant. Sparks flashed on curves as the steamer roared along the track at full

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Been pushing myself at school this last semester. The six weeks after spring break were just brutal but I pulled a 4.0 for the semester bringing my GPA to a 3.312 overall! I have plans this summer, going to finish my steam punk story, going to write and send off a short story to The MAgazine of Science Fiction & Fantasy, and I am going to finish the first draft of a screenplay, while working and

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John grasped the pole tightly as Rebecca maneuvered the constables steamer among the lorries and foot traffic racing towards the train station slowly looming closer a column of smoke rising thick and black into the granite sky of Aberdeen. Stefania clung to MAureen as they were whipped about, violently wrenched as Rebecca jerked the steering rods to avoid a pile up never cutting back on the

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Master M looked around as his men dragged the officers and staff before him, many bleeding from wounds to body and limb. He looked down upon them as they glared defiantly at him, some cursing in their native gaelic or heavily accented Britannian. He looked to his men. "Execute the traitors." Cries were cut short as shots rang out until the echo of their thunder faded. The blank eyes of the

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A bit harsh but sadly true in some parts of the country.

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The spring semester has started and it is going to be a very busy one.

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Margaret Brundage did many wonderful covers for Weird Tales, here are a few of her pieces from the 1930's.

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Rebecca swore as she and everyone else were knocked from their feet tumbling about as the airship collided with the landing strip, the scream of metal and the explosion of gas bags joining the symphony noise as the airship raced across the granite landing strip, throwing up twin rows of sparks as it slid along its turrets continuing to belch fire as the Alba pods clanked forward their boilers

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     John gasped and wiped his mouth. "Goodness, " he said his breath ragged in his lungs as he wobbled unsteadily on two legs as Rebecca and Maureen held him up. "That take away lunch disagreed with me something fierce."      Stefania turned from the hatch her face was pale. "They have torch's," she said as she lifted her skirts and hurried over to John and the lass'. The hiss of a cutting torch

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     Rebecca cut loose with a string of curses causing Master M to tut tut over the the comm system. "Such language form such a refined lady of breeding,' he said over the crackle and hiss.          "Oh shut it," she growled crossing her arms and moving behind John.      A cackling laugh filtered over the comm channel, sending shivers up the spine of his crew members. Maureen rolled her eyes and

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Master M shuffled from his bed the sheets crumpled as he went to the wall to answer the flashing comm unit, the flashing amber light casting strange shadows over the the cabin. A liver spotted hand reached out and a bony finger stabbed out bringing the screen to life."We are awaiting your arrival," the General's burr came over the tiny speakers. His full features flickered on the green tube, he

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This is totally awesome!

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Three very good reasons to drink.

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Sometimes you have to admire the balls of some publishers.

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Alice Cooper knows what it's all about.

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John sat staring at the the elaborate locking mechanism of their door. Stefania and Rebecca were off in the corner cobbling together an electric lock pick under Maureen's direction from bits and pieces she had gathered together.Maureen finally stood a tiny device connected by bare wire to the intercom system on the room. Rebecca had cut a strip off her skirt and as well as slit it and tied the

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Snyder sure knows how to catch ones attention!

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The above are two concept posters for the new Red Sonja movie from Sin City & Planet Terror director Robert Rodriguez.  I have mixed feelings concerning this movie, but we shall see.

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     Master M sighed as he shut his eyes, the his and bubble of his equipment was faint against the steady drone of the airships engines.  His fingers trembled as he reached up and massaged his eyelids the bone weariness of the elixir fading rapidly, its effectiveness diminishing with each use.     As he sat there resting, a console on the curvature began to blink, it's light begging for

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I don't remember Disneyland looking like this!  Sign me up!

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Barney1) Start with the given: CUTE PURPLE DINOSAUR 2) Change all U's to V's (which is proper latin anyway): CVTE PVRPLE DINOSAVR 3) Extract all Roman Numerals: C V V L D I V 4) Convert into Arabic values: 100 5 5 50 500 1 5 5) Add all the numbers: 666 Thus, Barney is Satan.

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  This is flat out plain yummy.

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Gotta love the republican party.

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VIII     Rebecca stirred her hair about her face her fingers delicately touching the bump upon the back of her head. She winced at the pain and carefully raised her head to look about. The room was dark, barely lit, electric lamps fizzing in their stands. Dark shapes were tossed about the floor. Rebecca peered closer, squinting in the dim light.      "John? Stefania? Maureen?" Rebecca's voice was

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Stefania sat still between Angus and her mother. The Guild people about her made her nervous, they had a strangeness to them that made her skin crawl. One Guild representative in particular kept gazing upon her, his eyes barely blinking, his gaze never wavering. Stefania squirmed in her seat pressing against Angus who looked up at the Guild representative who met Angus' cold hard stare without

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  If I had been bottled fed this is what I wish would of been in it.

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VII     The airship came to a hover just above the ground as portals dilated and solid black humanoid shapes tumbled to the ground and rapidly crossed the torn ground and surrounded the shattered rail car spewing steam and smoke from its shattered boilers. A figure immaculately dressed came to a halt among the dark figures.      "Find me McBride", hissed the voice thick and cold a thin cough

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More at the link:  The Republican Party: The Party of the Ignorant

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From an interview with JG Ballard:Ballard's conversation, like his writing, is regularly punctuated with inventories of the liberating spirit of technology. But with scarcely a twitch to indicate a change of direction, he explains that his most recent novel, Kingdom Come (2006), "posed the question: could consumerism turn into fascism? The underlying psychologies aren't all that far removed from

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VI"That's not one of ours," Rebecca said the optics still glued to her face."Damnit," growled John, "get to the rail car." He grabbed Maureen and gave Stefania a push as the airship began to descend towards the border.The thrum of the airships engines could clearly be heard now as the double balloon of the airship came into view beneath the heavy cloud cover, massive propellors whipped the air as

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V     Rebecca lifted her skirt in both hands as she made her way across the empty rails to join Maureen as she wrote in her notebook. The twisted border gates hung twisted and cracked from their rollers, the mighty gears that powered them broken and shattered, strewn about from the force of the blast. The wind whipped Maureen's brown hair about her face as she worked her skirts tight to her legs.

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Robert E. Howard wrote more than just Conan stories, he was a versatile writer of great skill who was butchered by later generations. It is only now that his work is being published as he wrote it minus all the changes made by other authors.Wandering Star started off with some absolutely gorgeous volumes, of which I have all but the Solomon Kane.  Sales were not that spectacular I understand, the

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"Your payment is satisfactory," the metallic voice hissed through the speaker. Baron Hamid of House Tavdi swallowed hard as he watched cannister after cannister of melange were swallowed by the landers massive cargo hold."You have a sanctuary picked out?" the Baron demanded."Your family will be safe, the Guild has never gone back on its word. No House that has turned renegade has ever been turned

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There are those who prefer blondes or brunettes but give me a redhead any day. The spark of a redhead hits me like a cask strength single malt to the head.      

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   Forget Captain Morgan, Boba Fett can kick his arse any day!

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From in front of where I work,a piss poor attempt at a roundabout here in the states. It's mind boggling how much this has messed up drivers.

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The Flying Welshman raced down the tracks its massive pistons driving its sixteen man high drivers chugging along the iron rails as it approached the Britannia/Alba border. The massive gates across the the track at the border, a black mass in the silver moonlight, just before the sharp curve that led to the massive iron and stone Scotia Bridge across the River Tweed were closed as the ten car 

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