Season two of Space: 1889 and beyond is just about here, and Untred Reads is offering another season pass. More about that soon. But in the mean time here is the press release from Untreed Reads followed by a preview of Conspiracy of Silence, co-authored by Andy Frankham-Allen and myself.
Coming mid-August 2012
The second exciting series of steampunk adventures!
Everything H.G. Wells could have written.
Everything Arthur Conan Doyle thought of,
but never published – because it was too fantastic!
Following on from the success of the first series, Untreed Reads Publishing is proud to present the second series of six books based on the world-renowned Role Playing Game, fully licensed from creator, Frank Chadwick, and headed by best-selling author Andy Frankham-Allen.
The series begins mid-August, and will be released bi-monthly, thus running for a whole year. Once again we’ve brought together some of the best names in fantasy fiction as well as some relatively new names to bring you a series that will continue to re-shape the popular steampunk universe first created almost twenty years ago.
This series our heroes, “Professor” Nathanial Stone and Annabelle Somerset are joined by two others on their journey through the aether. Captain Jacob Folkard, the commander of HMAS Sovereign, and another familiar face. There is much turbulence and change ahead, as secrets are unveiled, mysteries revealed, with the fate of the British Empire hanging in the balance. Think you’ve seen it all? Think again. Join Nathanial, Annabelle, Folkard and guest as they travel from one corner of the Space: 1889 universe to another, from the conspiracies that eat away at the heart of the British Empire to the underworld of Ceres, watch them as they encounter pterodactyls in the clouds above Venus, join them on their longest journey between worlds where it seems their darkest fears follow them all the way to Phobos and the mysteries contained inside that moon… Where will their journey end? Nothing is certain, except that by the end of series two the 1889-verse will be shaken to its very core!
Previously On…
At the end of the last series, Nathanial and Annabelle found themselves in something of a tight spot. Annabelle lost one of her legs due to the machinations of the manipulative French man, Le Boeuf, on an experimental heliograph station, and Nathanial found himself placed under arrest for the destruction of said station. It seemed things were looking up for them after they helped rescue Annabelle’s increasingly mad uncle, inventor Cyrus Grant, and foiled a Russian plan to secure the moon and the alien Heart at its centre. But as series one closed, Annabelle was disheartened by her uncle’s deterioration, despite the support of Lieutenant George Bedford, first officer of the Royal Navy’s flagship HMAS Sovereign, and Nathanial was left to ponder his own future. He hopes that his actions on Luna will give his innocence some credence, but is concerned about the reception awaiting him on Earth… No one but he and Annabelle survived the destruction of Peregrine station, so who is behind the charges levied against him?
Series two begins mere hours from where series one left off,
with the series creator, Frank Chadwick, joining forces with series editor,
Andy Frankham-Allen, to bring you a tour-de-force in Space: 1889
adventure!
The Stories
1. Conspiracy
of Silence by Andy Frankham-Allen & Frank Chadwick
2. To
Ceres by Steam by Paul Ebbs
3. Leviathans
of the Clouds by Steven Savile & David Parish-Whittaker
4. The
Forever Journey by Oli Smith
5. A
Fistful of Dust by Sharon Bidwell
6. Horizons
of Deceit by Jonathan Cooper
The Team
Andy
Frankham-Allen (left, series editor and co-author,
Conspiracy of Silence)
is a Welsh-born author of many short stories, both for Untreed Reads and the
Big Finish’s official range of
Doctor Who anthologies. In 2005 he
co-authored the last in Noise Monster Productions range of
Space 1889
audio dramas, and in early 2011 Untreed Reads published the first novel in his
new real world dark fantasy series,
The Garden, which was nominated for
the Rainbow Award, Best Full-Length Supernatural Novel 2011. He continues to
write short stories and novels, with upcoming projects including a novel in
Crossroads Press’
Scattered Earth series, and non-fiction
Doctor Who
book for Candy Jar Publishing, as well the second book in
The Garden
series. On top of all that, he’s also the series editor for
Space: 1889
& Beyond.
Frank Chadwick
(right, series creator and co-author,
Conspiracy of Silence)
is
no stranger to the Victorian science fiction field. He is the creator of the
Space:
1889 universe, with the first in a series of role-playing adventures, board
games, and miniatures rules appearing over twenty years ago. He is known
throughout the gaming industry as one of its most prolific designers, with over
a hundred published games. He is also well-known in the history and military
affairs field, with over two hundred books, articles, and columns. His 1991
Desert
Shield Fact Book reached number one on the
New York Times bestseller
list, but he still lists steampunk as one of his first and greatest loves. As
well writing one and a half novels in the first series of
Space: 1889 &
Beyond, his forthcoming works include two novels with Baen Books,
How
Dark the World Becomes and
The Forever Engine which is set in the
Space:
1889 universe.
Paul Ebbs
(left, author To Ceres by Steam) has written various Doctor Who
related things for the BBC, Big Finish Productions and BBV, and as a TV writer
he’s written for such notable shows as EastEnders, Casualty, The Bill and
Dead Ringers.
Steven Savile
(right, co-author,
Leviathan of the Clouds) has written for
Doctor
Who, Primeval, Stargate, Warhammer, Slaine, Fireborn, Pathfinder and other
popular game and comic worlds
. His novels have been published in eight
languages to date, including the Italian bestseller L’eridita. He won the
International Media Association of Tie-In Writers award for his
Primeval novel,
Shadow of the Jaguar, published by Titan, in 2010, and has been
nominated for the British Fantasy Award on multiple occasions.
Silver,
his debut thriller reached #2 in the Amazon UK e-charts in the summer of 2011
selling over forty thousand copies in the process. He wrote the story for the
huge international bestselling computer game
Battlefield 3, which sold
over five million copies in its week of release, and he served as head writer
on the popular online children’s game SPINEWORLD which have over one million
players. His latest books include
Tau Ceti (co-authored with
International Bestselling novelist Kevin J. Anderson),
Each Ember’s Ghost
and the novelisation of the computer game
Risen 2: Dark Waters.
David
Parish-Whittaker (left, co-author.
Leviathan of the Clouds) was a
winner of the Writers of the Future contest for emerging talent in speculative
fiction for his short story
A Warbird in the Belly of the Mouse. He’s
previously written tie-in fiction for the
Rezolution miniatures ruleset
by Aberrant Games, to be published in an upcoming anthology. His short fiction
has also appeared in Every Day Fiction. He currently writes videogame analysis
and reviews for Geekosophy and Bag of Games. When he’s not writing, David works
as a captain for a national airline. In previous incarnations, he has been a
naval flight officer, traffic watch pilot, glider tow pilot and aerobatic
instructor. He is a rated commercial glider pilot, and holds an H-2 hang glider
rating. In his off hours, he plays a replica medieval harp for the Goliards, an
early music group specializing in 13th – 15th century music, mostly to cement
his geek street cred.
Oli Smith
(right, author,
The Forever Journey) spent two years as a freelance
writer working on novels, audio books, comic strips and video games for the BBC
series
Doctor Who. Now he works as a creative producer for London-based
video games company Mediatonic and spends his evenings playing board games. He
still likes writing, retro sci-fi and RPGs so it looks like
Space: 1889
has got him covered.
Sharon Bidwell
(left, author,
A Fistful of Death) was born in
London on New Year’s Eve. The first short
story she submitted —
Silver Apples of the Moon— was accepted by
Roadworks Magazine. The editor announced her as ‘a writer who is going places’
and described the story as having ‘both a Sci-fi and horror element,’ and being
‘strong on characterisation, and quite literary, in terms of style.’ With a
repertoire of twisted tales and a love of cross-genre writing, it surprised
everyone (including herself) when she branched out into erotic romance. These
works have been critically acclaimed and often described as ‘deeply
passionate’.
Sharon’s
worlds are vivid, unexpected and sometimes intensely magical. She is the author
of the best-selling gay romances ‘
Snow Angel‘ and the sequel ‘
Angel
Heart’.
Sharon
writes whatever her warped mind can come up with. Although her longer works to
date mostly involve a variety of wonderful men finding true love…or at least
some loving, she’s quite capable of writing something darker, grittier, and
even outright twisted.
Jonathan Cooper (right,
author,
Horizons of Deceit) was born in
Wolverhampton
in 1981. He started his career in theatre, writing plays from the Birmingham
REP and the King’s Head in Islington. He has written extensively on the web on
film, TV, video games and other assorted geekery, including a stint producing
reviews and opinion for
Mirror.co.uk. He has
written and produced two short films with another two in production and has had
short stories published internationally – he is also, according to the BBC –
one of the top 200 comedy writers in the UK.
Horizons of Deceit is his
first full-length science fiction piece, and he remains bizarrely proud of the
day Steven Moffat threatened to set his eagles on him.
Adam Burn
(left, cover designer) has been drawing from an early age, and has been working
with digital art for at least seven of them. He is a freelance artist who has worked
for Games Workshop and Fantasy Flight Games. He was, most recently, the Senior
2D Artist for Taitale Studios on their forthcoming MMORTS game,
Novus
Aeterno. Steampunk is a new genre for him, but one he’s finding his way
around quickly, and he is responsible for the covers of series two, as well as
the revamp of the
Space: 1889 & Beyondlogo.
Exclusive: Conspiracy
of Silence (prologue)
1.
“AETHER PROPELLOR
SECURED and ventral mast shipped, sir.”
“Very good, Mister
Barry.” Lieutenant George Bedford, acting captain of HMAS Sovereign, the
most modern aether battleship in the Royal Navy, took a quick scan of the
bridge instruments and engine room repeaters before turning back to the young
sub-lieutenant. “At what would you estimate our drop, Mister Barry?”
Barry had only worn
the single thick stripe of a sub-lieutenant for eight months and Bedford hadn’t known him
as a midshipman. The youngster had a good level head on his shoulders, Bedford
had learned that much about him several weeks earlier when the two of them had
dropped half a dozen Saltators—giant lunar red ants—with revolver fire when the
monsters had boiled unexpectedly out of the hatch of a cutter on the docking
bay. His technical skills were another matter, but they were coming along.
Barry squinted
through the lens of the horizontal inclinometer, aimed out the bridge’s
starboard observation blister, consulted his pocket watch, waited ten seconds
and took a second reading through the lens. He paused, doing the calculation in
his head.
“I make the drop
fifty-five fathoms per second, sir.”
Bedford nodded; he made it nearly the same.
Fifty-five fathoms a second, a descent rate of almost four miles a minute, was
a bit steep and on this trajectory would put them down in the North Atlantic
instead of the English Channel, as well as
scorch the lower hull. “Trimsman, let’s have fifteen percent buoyancy on the
lifters.”
“Fifteen percent
buoyancy, aye, sir,” the petty officer answered and went to work on his forest
of levers, each controlling the angle of one of the liftwood louvers which
covered much of Sovereign’s lower hull.
“Mister Barry, my
compliments to Lieutenant Boswell and he may light the coal boilers at his
discretion.”
“Sir.”
They wouldn’t have
enough atmospheric oxygen for the boilers for another ten minutes or so, but
Boswell, the chief engineer, knew that well enough. The sun was still visible
above the curvature of the Earth and would remain so all the way down through
cloud-free skies. Although it was not yet day in Southern
England, the eastern sky would already be pink and the sun would
rise full up in the hour their descent from orbit would take, racing as they
were toward the dawn. The solar boilers would do until Boswell put the black
gang to work, would probably suffice until the last ten minutes of the flight,
when they would penetrate the near-permanent cloud and smoke cover over Greater
London. No solar boiler yet made would work down under that grey-brown shroud.
Bedford took another look at the bridge, its
gleaming brass instruments and polished mahogany panelling, and he sighed. In
an hour, a bit more, Sovereign would be down and secure at Chatham
Dockyard and his temporary command would end. There was no chance for a simple
lieutenant with eight years seniority to land a permanent command such as
this—the choicest command in the fleet, coveted by officers with two more
stripes on their cuffs and with the all-important political backing and social
standing he lacked. No, he would be reassigned. In the past he had always
looked forward to a new assignment, but not this time. After commanding Sovereign,
however briefly, no other assignment had the capacity to stir his blood. Damn,
she was a fine ship!
More than that, she
held memories. Were it not for his assignment to HMAS Sovereign, he
would never have met and befriended Nathanial Stone, and would not now be
delivering him to the police for trial as a traitor and saboteur. He would
never have met Cyrus Grant, one of the greatest scientific minds of the age,
now reduced to confusion and madness by their experiences on Luna. Most
importantly, he would never have met Grant’s niece, Annabelle Somerset.
Annabelle…
2.
NATHANIAL WATCHED AS
the line of Russian former captives was led to the steam omnibus waiting at
dockside. The irony of their situation and his washed over him like a cold
wave. Former enemies of Britain,
they, along with British personnel, had been captured by the alien Drobates on
Luna, and all had been rescued by Bedford’s
daring raid, leading fewer than a dozen Royal marines and naval ratings. Now
the Russians would be released, amidst much public fanfare, to the custody of
the Russian ambassador, who would in turn express the heartfelt gratitude of
the Tsar.
In the subsequent
fighting which had nearly cost all of them their lives, the Russians had done
nothing to help while Nathanial, with a captured Drobate electric rifle, had
held a long, dim tunnel against an alien horde, and had done so nearly alone and
with little expectation he would escape with his life. Now British soldiers
helped the Russians into the steam omnibus, showed them every courtesy, while a
quartet of hard-eyed constables marched purposely toward Nathanial, obviously
intent on taking custody of him from the two Royal Marines who guarded him.
Nathanial had at
least expected to be met by some sort of government official, have the charges
explained. Instead a black police four-wheeler loomed behind the constables.
Were they really simply going to pack him up and cart him off to prison with no
further ado?
Nathanial looked for
any sign of his friends. Captain Folkard, who had relieved himself of command
of Sovereign after the disastrous events on Luna had played themselves
out, was nowhere to be seen on the dock, but Nathanial spied Annabelle making
her way to him on the arm of Lieutenant Bedford, both of them limping. Bedford had suffered a
nasty sprain of his ankle on Luna and Annabelle… Months earlier Annabelle had
lost her right leg above the knee and now wore a mechanical limb designed by
Nathanial and built using Drobate technology over the course of the last few
weeks. It seemed to serve her well, the only bright spot in this uniformly
bleak scene.
“Is this Stone?” the
leading constable asked.
“Of course it is,”
Private Jones answered, bristling slightly. “And what of it, then?”
“It’s all right,
Private,” Nathanial said. “It is clear enough they are here for me. If you
gentlemen would be so good as to give me a moment to take my leave of my
friends, I would appreciate it.” He addressed this last to the leading
constable.
Instead the man
gestured to his assistants. “Seize him and put him in the van.”
“No! Just a moment,
please!” Nathanial entreated but to no avail.
Two constables pinned
his arms to his side and pulled him toward the black carriage. A few yards away
Annabelle cried out and broke free of Bedford,
reached out to him. The leading constable made as if to stop her but Jones’s
rifle was suddenly in his hands at high port.
“Touch the lady,
friend, and you’ll be chokin’ on your teeth,” Jones growled and the constable
took a step back.
“Nathanial,”
Annabelle said and thrust something round, flat, and metallic into his hand,
“take this and remember—never lose hope.”
The constables pulled
him away and he saw George Bedford comforting Annabelle as the doors on the
back of the van closed and plunged him into darkness. He looked at his hand and
saw a small gold watch, gleaming dully in the faint light which entered through
the overhead ventilator. He recognised it as the pocket watch her father had
given her—which contained on its inside a daguerreotype of her deceased
parents; the only thing she retained from that former life.
Never lose hope.
Heres another view. I'm explaining the rules and Rick sits to my right. These photos were all taken by Kyle Talbert, who did a great job. It's definitely a different look from most of our games, but a very nice one. The important thing, in my view, is that the table be well broken up into discrete areas so it remains possible to move and maneuver. Otherwise games (this one or most others involving a fair number of long-ranged weapons) are likely to degenerate into long-range sniping contests.
One of the great things about the show is that Dave Nilsen, an old friend from GDW days and maybe the best game designer/developer I ever worked with, showed up at the show. He pitched in and helped run the game as well as push some troops. Here's Rick seated and Dave standing, with the French contingent in front of them. 
