Kerryn Offord
The Creamed Madonna
From: Grantville Gazette, Volume 19
The Bloody Baroness of Bornholm
From: Grantville Gazette, Volume 18
You want us to take what island?
Feng Shui for the Soul
From: Grantville Gazette, Volume 17
This is like New Age, right?
Sure Thing
From: Grantville Gazette, Volume 16
Every now and then, someone does get lucky.
A Falcon Falls
From: Grantville Gazette, Volume 15
Bitty Matowski wins again!
The New Romantics
From: Grantville Gazette, Volume 14
Lady Chatterly in PG? You've got to be kidding!
Plugging Along
From: Grantville Gazette, Volume 13
More demand . . . well, someday . . .
Cowspiracy
From: Grantville Gazette, Volume 12
Sea sick? Well, it is for a good cause.
Letters From France
From: Grantville Gazette, Volume 12
An accidental discovery . . .
Bootstrapping
From: Grantville Gazette, Volume 11
And then one day, things started going really well, so we felt like we should give something back . . .
Little Angel
From: Grantville Gazette, Volume 10
Maria Helena Kolb slowly searched the line of trees. Somewhere, hidden in the shadows, she was sure Benji Matheny was hiding in ambush. Time to send in the cannon fodder. "Daisy, Regina, when I give you the word, I want you to run around that tree over there and, if you find Benji, throw your snow balls at him." Maria Helena smiled at the younger girls. "Do you understand?"
The Doctor Phil Chronicles: Doctor Phil's Family
From: Grantville Gazette, Volume 10
Phillip took the next letter from his inbox. It was marked personal, and checking the back, he could see it was from his American friend, Jonathan Fortney. He broke the seal and started reading. He had to smile. Jonathan could be quite droll. The suggestion that his new wife might want to spend all his money on fine jewelry was clearly a joke.
A Matter Of Taste
From: Grantville Gazette, Volume 9
Cory Joe Lang looked down at his empty place mat. He had a bad feeling about the group's latest action. There had been mutterings about the food before, but this time they'd sent it back untouched. Even he hadn't been prepared to try Chef Magnus' latest offering, and with Velma Hardesty for a mother, he'd grown used to eating just about anything that was put on the table
White Gold
From: Grantville Gazette, Volume 9
As the gentle winds blow, you look out from the veranda of your plantation house over the acres of sugar cane. What you see isn't fields of cane. What you see is fields of gold. The white gold called sugar, slowly growing to maturity.
The Doctor Gribbleflotz Chronicles, Part 3: Doctor Phil's Distraction
From: Grantville Gazette, Volume 8
Yesterday I helped Stepmama turn Papa's old Geneva gown. We unpicked the seams, darned threads to reinforce the worst worn spots and re-dyed the fabric before hand sewing it back together, with what was formerly the inside now out. With a new detachable linen clerical collar, Papa will be set for another year or two.
Dr. Phil Zinkens A Bundle
From: Grantville Gazette, Volume 7
The new chemical "battery" was most interesting. Just by adding two electrodes of different metal into a glass container of weak oil of vitriol one could generate enough of the new electricity to light the small light bulb.
Dr. Phil's Amazing Lightning Crystal
From: Grantville Gazette, Volume 6
Tasha Kubiak tried to tune out the pompous ass who was still pontificating. Somehow both Tracy Kubiak and Danielle Kowach, the two other members of the Kubiak Country partnership who could speak competent German, had managed to be needed elsewhere when this trip had come up. It was now two weeks since Dr. Gribleflotz had commenced deliveries of Gribbleflotz Sal Aer Fixus, also known as baking soda.
The Doctor Gribbleflotz Chronicles, Part 1: Calling Dr. Phil
From: Grantville Gazette, Volume 6
Deep in the middle of "Kubiak Country" the extended Kubiak clan had gathered at the home of Belle and Ivan Drahuta for Sunday lunch.
The Grantville Brickmaker's Primer
From: Grantville Gazette, Volume 5
Making bricks is easy you say. Mankind has been making them for millennia. You dig up some clay, mold it to the desired shape, and then fire it until it is hard. Easy, straightforward, anybody could do it. Right?
The Class Of '34
From: Grantville Gazette, Volume 4
Liz turned from Speedy to stare at her tormentor. "Yes, Matt. Yes, I know this is Speedy. Yes, I know he is fast. I have been riding Speedy for a while. I am perfectly capable of riding a horse. I am perfectly capable of riding Speedy. Okay? Now if you will excuse me, I have to finish saddling up if I want to get home before it gets dark." With that she made her way over to the saddle and blankets straddling a rail beside the saddling area.