Steampunk Romance

Steampunk Romance

I have a new story, The Mathematics of Faith up at Beneath Ceaseless Skies, which is still one of my favorite ‘zines.  And not just because this is the second of my stories they’ve published.  Though… well, partly that’s why.  But they have some wonderfully weird and exciting stories, and have also allowed my penchant off-beat Steampunk to flourish a little.

It should be noted that there is no actual steam in the story and neither are there punks, but apparently that isn’t necessary for the genre.  I could call it faux-Victoriana, but I suspect that makes me sound like an asshole.

Anyhoo, it’s up, it’s my wife’s favorite of all my stories, which makes it near and dear to my heart if not yours.

Here’s the opener so anyone who clicks through knows what they’re getting into:

They lock me away with everything I could need except an exit. As they brick up the door of my Pater’s apartment they tell me that if I prove my own blasphemy to be truth then that will be consolation enough, and I see the laughter in their eyes. My Mater stands with them, imploring me to rescind my work, to claim failure, and to embrace the incorrect.

“A prayer,” she begs, “a single prayer and they will forgive you.”

But I refuse, my lips sealed. The truth does not compromise. It can be ignored by others, it can be buried under lies and mysticism, but it still will be, and I will not partake in its obfuscation.
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