Vol. 36 — Spring In Geneva
by Sylvia Kelso
Mary Shelley, a young banker's son, and William, an excessively tall man with a "lividly hued visage, watery eyes, and blackened lips within a straggling beard," pit their wits and derring-do against Lord Byron, master of steampunk technology, and his thuggish minions.
"...my beloved Percy’s ardor bore him to lengths I could not go. There were plans, between him and Byron, that I could not condone. I nerved myself to protest: you may conceive how difficult, against such visions, such intellects. When protest failed, I forced myself to act.” She took her hand quickly from my arm and drew out a handkerchief. I paced beside her, managing not to exceed my position as mere listener, until she recovered herself. “Then—I was forced to depart, in haste, and to choose between discovery, outcry, wrath—perhaps, retribution—and my child.”
“I loved it! By heaven, this woman can tell a story. I was entirely gripped, right from the hyacinths.”
—Lois McMaster Bujold, author of Captain Vorpatril’s Alliance
ISBN: 978-1-61976-044-8 (13 digit)