“The Purloined Ledger” is part of the dieselpunk anthology “Broken Time Blues” and of the ongoing series by Ari Marmell’s about fae detective Mick Oberon living his adventures in 1920s Chicago (a story from the Broken Time Blues dieselpunk anthology)
“Shit, Junior,” Victor said. “There ain’t but two or three roads on this whole reservation, and you’re telling me we’re lost.”
“This goddamn map is useless,” Junior said. “There are all sorts of roads ain’t even on it. This road we’re on now ain’t on the map.”
“Listen,” Thomas said, “maps just give advice anyway.”
The blue van…
Once, when they were seven years old, when Victor’s father still lived with the family, Thomas closed his eyes and told Victor this story: “Your father’s heart is weak. He is afraid of his own family. He is afraid of you. Late at night he sits in the dark. Watches the television until there’s nothing…
Pete slid off the bed and moved to the window to stare at the houses across the street.
They were putting up one of Mr Tesla’s towers over there. By this time next year, the homes around here would have all the heat and power they’d ever need.
A shadow passed overhead and Pete flicked his eyes…
Too hot to sleep so I walked down to the Third Avenue 7-11 for a Creamsicle and the company of a graveyard-shift cashier. I know that game. I worked graveyard for a Seattle 7-11 and got robbed once too often. The last time the bastard locked me in the cooler. He even took my money…
“That you were the one who came up with the idea,” Sal continued. “They’re out for retaliation, and it’s rumored that they’ve sent a torpedo into this juice joint of yours. That’s part of the reason why I’m not being too open with the information. Afraid of who might be listening.”
A hit man in his…
In post-WWII Paris, Salvador Dalì, the gretest widzard of Europe, makes experiments with art and living bodies. Which doesn’t always turn out fine (a story from the Broken Time Blues dieselpunk anthology)
A story inspired by real unsolved murder of the 1920s. A Historical Mystery. A locked-room mystery with atmosphere, compelling characters, and sharp research
In dieselpunk New York, aliens are pacific dwellers of the city. Prohibition is in place because of them. See, when they get drunk, they can read your mind (a story from the Broken Time Blues dieselpunk anthology)
He looked at his large hand and frowned. ‘No – you still don’t get it. I got a job for you.’ ‘I don’t go out much anymore,’ I said. ‘I’m getting kind of frail.’ He looked around the room carefully, bluffing a bit, like a man not naturally observant. ‘Maybe it’s money,’ he said. ‘Maybe…
BERNICE BOBS HER HAIR (F. Scott Fitzgerald) Nobody imagines what little, plain, subdue Bernice is capable of to prove who she truly is
LEDFEATHERS (Stephen Graham Jones) Stories weave themselves togehter in the Blackfeet Indian Reservation. Past and present, boys and girls, parents and children. Long lost lovers. Everything is connected.