Mark H. Huston
The Pessimist's Daughter
From: Grantville Gazette, Volume 21
Attitude is everything . . .
The Royal and Ancient Game
From: Grantville Gazette, Volume 19
Okay. Gotta go buy some clubs . . .
Comedy of Error
From: Grantville Gazette, Volume 17
Not the mimes! Anything but the mimes!
Jenny and the King's Men
From: Grantville Gazette, Volume 14
But Jenny was a woman wise, who beat them with a stool!
Twenty-eight Men
From: Grantville Gazette, Volume 10
The cold wind cut through to the very core of the men as they walked to the entrance of the mine. It was dark, well before dawn, in the dead time of the night. The cold was complete, a January cold, dry, harsh and sharp. Soon they would be down in the dark and warmth of the mine.
Gearhead
From: Grantville Gazette, Volume 9
It was quiet. Way too quiet. Of all the things Trent Haygood hated about the seventeenth century, the quiet was the worst. He missed the sounds of engines. Internal combustion engines. Hell, he'd be happy with some noise from a steam engine. As he sat on the front porch of his parents' home, he leaned forward and listened.
Safe at First Base
From: Grantville Gazette, Volume 9
"I tell you, I saw it in the movie. Plain as the nose on your face. And you have a large nose, Johan. The up-time device looked just like this—" "Heinrich. Listen to yourself. Movies are like dreams; they are not real. This is reality." With that, Johan pointed over the edge of the precipice, a two hundred fifty foot drop, straight down.
Refrigeration and the 1632 World: Opportunities and Challenges
From: Grantville Gazette, Volume 8
While putting this article together, I have learned more than just the basic history of refrigeration, which by itself is fascinating. (In fact, I knew quite a bit to start before I started this, but that is another story.) I have learned much more about how truly complex life really is.
Seasons
From: Grantville Gazette, Volume 7
The old Buick slowly made its way through the dark countryside, headed away from the high school. The couple inside was elderly, cautious, and tentative on the road. It had been daylight when the meeting at the high school started, now it was well after eleven PM. John's eyes were not what they used to be. He'd had cataract surgery a couple of years ago. It had helped, but seventy-eight-year-old eyes were still seventy-eight-year-old eyes.


