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  1. Topher Lydon

    Prologue

    Topher Lydon commented on Topher Lydon's story chapter in Prologue

    Welcome to Taïr Dieselpunk, magic, and invasion.
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    Prologue

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    This work is VERY old I was a teenager when I wrote it, back in the 1990's. For those that know, this was the very first draft idea for the Falcon Banner. It has a lot of early concepts and thoughts. It was written, originally, over my first Christmas on my own, I was alone, all I had was Tea and what I could scrounge in my fridge. I had to do something with the weeks off from school, no one was around. Snow was brutal... and so I wrote this. I hope you enjoy.
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    In a dieselpunk city-state shattered by war, a scrawny mechanic with a forbidden power becomes the last hope for a runaway prince, fleeing an unstoppable enemy and the ashes of a fallen world.
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    The Lord of Dust The vast, echoing hall felt colder now that the heat from Shem’s torch was gone. The only warmth came from the oversized greatcoat draped over the boy on the throne, which served less as a garment and more as a pathetic symbol of office. “What’s happened here?” the Lordling repeated, his voice barely a breath. He straightened, pulling the heavy blue coat around his slender shoulders, trying to look the part of a ruler. The attempt was heartbreaking. “What happens when t
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    Prologue THE SOOT ROAD The High City of Taïr was not built on a mountain; it was a mountain, or what the elements had left of one. It was a single, colossal stone pillar, sheared smooth by ancient, relentless winds, rising thousands of feet from the valley floor like the stump of a fallen god. Perched atop this impossible column, the city was less a bastion and more a cruel, sky-bound fortress of severe, grey architecture and towering sheer walls, all dominated by the flutter of fading
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    A contemporary painting circa 1740 Photo circa 1925 A map of the grounds, the Barn and Stable complex surrounds 119 The Row of cottages that include Paddy's and the Harker's is along 349 The hall itself is in blue.
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    Tom is great fun. Adores Eddie and gets into every last ounce of trouble he can.
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    Good Morning
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    It was the mud that finally woke Jonas. Or rather, it was the horrific, suffocating memory of the mud that pulled him under, dragging him violently down into the dark, terrifying place where the past lived and breathed. He was back in the labyrinth. The ground beneath his boots was wet, slick, and treacherous, churned into a horrific, sucking quagmire by the frantic, dying boots of a thousand desperate men. The mud was soaked through with a horrifying, sticky mixture of freezing Scot
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    Chapter 12

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    He gets there, falls in love, gets engaged in a sandstorm, marries the man of his dreams and becomes a father of triplets. Little Peter finds his way.
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    Lord Wrecks-Ham
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    I am enjoying this greatly, I find Oliver an interesting read. Though I must say the line "He had Paris in his eyes." Is going to haunt me for a long time to come, powerful turn of phrase. Well done
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    ooooo :: reads with avid interest ::
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    It's been a nightmare. I use one localized to my own computer. so it is a lot slower, and can be REALLY stubborn
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    It's nice to see the Budding friendship between Hollis and T'Virith pay off. Even if they are carrying each other's pillows.
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    Also I am aware there are 30 babies, not 29... my AI editor which runs consistency checks, does not. It seems to think Rudy is something else entirely. So instead of me manually editing reams of text, I will refer to Rudy as the Hollis-ling, because it is more amusing and less work for me. Long live Rudy Hollis!
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    Some of you are aware that I have been very unwell of late. I am getting through the other side of it. But it has meant that my usual output is severely curtailed. This is as much as I have written so far of this little tale. So I am going to put a TO BE CONTINUED on this story, and switch tomorrow to something else. I will return to the crew of the Zodiac, and their adventures. But I need to write some more of it and let my health recover some. Thank you for understanding.
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    The lower cargo bay of the USS Zodiac smelled distinctively of ozone, recycled air, and the lingering, unmistakable scent of burnt synthesized coffee. It was a cavernous, dimly lit space where the bulkheads were scarred with plasma burns and the deck plates were a patchwork quilt of mismatched, scavenged metal. It was a space that spoke of desperate survival, reckless improvisation, and a complete disregard for Spaceforce aesthetic regulations. Currently, it was serving as a classroom.
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    Three hundred pounds is a good start, enough to fend the debtors off for a little while. And keep the tennants fed... maybe get essential repairs done. And buy medicine for Tom's mother. It won't clear debts, but it buys them a bit of time.
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    Paddy is a treat that I am writing in. Surrogate father to Eddie, and keenly aware of little Tommy Harker's plight. I like how he's seen the true measure of Edward, and approves. This is a good man in ruin, and despite that ruin, Eddie is doing his best to live up to his responsibilities. Jonas is good for the little Lord.
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    With the Toddlers, pretty much
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    He's got to baby sit the incredibly bored, incredibly horny intern or doom.
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    Good Morning The boys are up to no good
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    The cold that descended upon the county of Kent in the deep, unforgiving dead of December was not merely an absence of heat; it was a physical, malicious, and entirely predatory entity. It did not simply chill the skin, it actively hunted for the marrow of the bone, seeking out the vulnerabilities of the living with a ruthless, icy efficiency. The winter wind howled off the frozen, desolate stretches of the northern marshes, sweeping across the barren fields to batter mercilessly against the dec
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