Liechtenstein House, outside the Ring of Fire
Prince Karl Eusebius von Liechtenstein watched Istvan Janoszi smile nervously as he was ushered into the oak-paneled room.
1636: The Viennese Waltz, by Eric Flint, Paula Goodlett and Gorg Huff
“No graveyards; that bothered Anna.”
Ill Wind, by Nevada Barr
“White people can be exhausting. Particularly exhausting are white people who don’t know they are white, and those who need to be white.”
I’m Still Here: Black Dignity in a World Made for Whiteness by Austin Channing Brown
That’s a great quote.
As deeply roiled and troubled as we all have been, ever since the Ring of Fire brought disruption to our time, sending all fixed notions a-tumble, how seldom have we pondered the greater picture – the “contexy” of it all, as up-timers so concisely put it?
“71”, by David Brin
first story in Ring of Fire IV , edited by Eric Flint
“Lovelace had been in a body for twenty-eight minutes, and it still felt every bit as wrong as it had the second she woke up inside it.”
A Closed and Common Orbit, by Becky Chambers
A Brin story! I’m in.
Meh. Not half as funny as the others (which of course puts it way above most other “lit’rachoor”…).
“Punctually at six o’clock the sun set with a last yellow flash behind the Blue Mountains, a wave of violet shadow poured down Richmond Road, and the crickets and tree frogs in the fine gardens began to zing and tinkle. Apart from the background noise of the insects, the wide empty street was quiet.”
Dr. No by Ian Fleming
“On the morning of June 16, 1806, the Moon’s shadow crept eastward toward the city of Boston like a gathering herald of an apocalypse.”
Starlight Detectives: How Astronomers, Inventors, and Eccentrics Discovered the Modern Universe, by Alan Hirshfeld
Regensburg, Upper Palatinate
The march from Regensburg was supposed to have begun at dawn – and so it did, in a manner of speaking.
1636: The Ottoman Onslaught, by Eric Flint
“I hope you will be very happy as members of the educated class in America.”
If This Isn’t Nice, What Is?, by Kurt Vonnegut
“Monday, 4:28 A.M., the narrow French Quarter room was smoky with cheap candles that smelled of honey.”
– The Sentry, by Robert Crais
“The appointed morning came, and they buried Eli Strange.”
Pavane, by Keith Roberts
“In shirtsleeves, the way I generally worked, I sat sketching a bar of soap taped to an upper corner of my drawing board.”
Time and again, by Jack Finney
And a big thank you to digs for reminding me of that author.
I loved that book!
Lyon, France
Salim let the door to Baram Khan’s sickroom close before addressing the man who walked out.
1636: Mission to the Mughals, by Eric Flint and Griffin Barber
So did I. I wonder why I haven’t read it for so long (at least 30 years).
“Quarks. Neutrinos. Mesons. All those damn particles you can’t see.”
Damn Particles! Physics Cartoons by Sidney Harris
“Rumors had been flying for days behind the energy-neutral windows of Antelope Valley Casualty.”
Buyout, by Alexander C. Irvine