Continuing Serials Archives
No Ship for Tranquebar, Part Two
Where to next . . .
Northwest Passage, Part Three
Watch out, New World . . .
No Ship for Tranquebar
Off we go . . .
Turn Your Radio On, Episode Six
The exciting conclusion to "Turn Your Radio On."
Butterflies in the Kremlin, Part Eight: As the Bear Turns
Turn, turn, turn . . .
Stretching Out, Part Six: King of the Jungle
He Who Talks! Boy, does he ever . . .
Butterflies in the Kremlin, Part Seven, The Bureaucrats are Revolting
Well, there's revolution . . . and then there's revolution.
Turn Your Radio On, Episode Six
Turn Your Radio On, Episode Five
Part Five of Wood Hughes' story . . .
Turn Your Radio On, Episode Four
Episode Four . . .
Turn Your Radio On, Episode Three
And more of Wood Hughes' story . . .
Turn Your Radio On, Episode Two
Episode Two of Wood Hughes' story . . .
Turn Your Radio On, Episode One
The first in Wood Hughes' exciting series . . .
Stretching Out, Part Five: Riding the Tiger
New World adventures . . .
Stretching Out, Part Four: Beyond the Line
The continuing adventures of Phillip Jenkins, the Grantville runaway.
Homage to Etruria, Part One: The Patron's Plight
When escaping Rome . . .
Butterflies in the Kremlin, Part Six: The Polish Incident or The Wet Firecracker War
A dirigible? In Russia? In the seventeenth century?
Stretching Out, Part Three: Maria's Mission
Off to the New World!
Butterflies in the Kremlin, Part Five, The Dog and Pony Show
The continuing adventures of Bernie Zeppi . . .
Elegy
More with Marla and Franz . . .
Motifs
Heinrich Schütz has his own opinions . . . and a fair bit of good luck . . .
Hallelujah, Part Two
And more with Marla and Franz . . .
Hallelujah, Part One
The adventures of Franz and Marla continue . . .
Sonata, Part Four
Okay . . . We can call it music . . .
Sonata, Part Three
What is that racket?
Stretching Out, Part Two, Amazon Adventure
Continuing the search for rubber . . .
Sonata, Part Two
What kind of violin?
Sonata, Part One
Franz and Marla's adventures begin . . .
Joseph Hanauer, Part Three: All Creatures Stand in Judgment
And Yossie didn't think it would ever happen . . .
Joseph Hanauer, Part Two: These Things Have No Fixed Measure
Part Two of Doug Jones' serial about the Jewish presence in Grantville.
Butterflies in the Kremlin, Part Four
The continuing adventures of Bernie Zeppi
Stretching Out, Part One: Second Starts
The search for a source of rubber begins . . .
Butterflies in the Kremlin, Part 3: Boris, Natasha . . . But Where's Bullwinkle
Bernie was going nuts. He had been at the dacha for a while now, and was frustrated. He had run headlong into a massive wall of ignorance and arrogance. Mostly, but not entirely, his own.
The Doctor Phil Chronicles: Doctor Phil's Family
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.
Franconia! Part 1
No, no, no, no, no, no, n-o-o-o-o." Amber Higham threw both of her hands up in the air. The class came to a stop. "This unit worked last year. It worked like a charm. Why isn't it working this year?" She glared at her students. "So, tell me!
Butterflies In the Kremlin, Episode 2: A 'Merican in Moscow
"Home," Boris sighed then waved at the white stone walls of the Kremlin which stood sixty feet tall and dominated the mostly wooden city of Moscow. Bernie Zeppi, after the long trip, didn't care if it was home or not. Didn't care about the view. He just wanted in out of the wet. And, judging from what he'd seen so far, Muscovy just wasn't . . . well, wasn't much. Not that there wasn't a lot of it. Lots and lots of what amounted to log cabins, all crowded together. "Where do we go first?"
At the Cliff's Edge
Friedrich Adelsohn, Captain of the Third Company of the Mounted Constabulary of the State of Thuringia-Franconia, stared at the ox. The ox stared right back. After a moment, it lowered its gaze, and resumed its attempts to convert the roadside into a nicely trimmed lawn. Friedrich wished that, like Siegfried in the Volsunga Saga, he had tasted Fafnir's blood, and could understand the speech of animals.
The Essen Chronicles, Part 3: Trip to Paris
October 1632 was an eventful month for Josh and Colette Modi. Their first wedding anniversary prompted Colette to make an appointment with Doctor Adams for her first ever gynecological exam, but it was early Ocotober of 1632 before the doctor could fit her into his schedule.
Butterflies in the Kremlin, Part 1: A Russian Noble
Boris Ivanovich Petrov pulled the horse to a stop and looked around. "This place is almost worth the trip. See the cuts in the earth where the land was changed. Look at these hills. The structure is different from those outside the ring. Everything inside this Ring of Fire is different."
The Essen Steel Chronicles, Part 2: Louis de Geer
Louis de Geer refolded the letters from his niece in Grantville. Interesting information, he thought. But he was a powerful and busy man, much like a four-masted battleship. Battleships do not change course easily or on a whim. Verification of Colette's claims was the first order of business.
The Doctor Gribbleflotz Chronicles, Part 3: Doctor Phil's Distraction
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.
Joseph Hanauer, Part One: Into the Very Pit of Hell
The congregation for the Saturday evening service at the close of the Sabbath filled the small synagogue in Hammelberg. Several out-of-town visitors brought the number well above the minimum of ten men required for the service. It was not a congregation that placed great value on formality or decorum.
Essen Steel, Part 1: Crucibellus
By early morning they had passed beyond the siege lines and lay hidden in a copse of woods four miles from the Magdeburg gates. "We will travel only at night for the first few days," Henri said, "and hide during the day. Best not to tempt fate."
Dr. Phil Zinkens A Bundle
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.
The Dr. Gribbleflotz Chronicles, Part 2: Dr. Phil's Amazing Essence Of Fire Tablets
Dr. Phillip Theophrastus Gribbleflotz took another look at the bill. He was spending that much on candles? Surely not. "Frau Mittelhausen. This bill for candles. Who has been using wax candles so wastefully?" Frau Mittelhausen sighed heavily before looking Dr. Gribbleflotz straight in the eye. "You have been, Herr Doctor. You use the good wax candles to heat your beakers. Why you can't use that alcohol burner the up-timers provided, I don't know."
Dr. Phil's Aeolian Transformers
It had been a hard day of almost wasted discussions with the scholars at the university. John Grover and Ken Butcher, accompanied by Derrick Mason, a young radio operator on loan from the army, had been trying to identify the materials and skills available down-time for the manufacture of earphones for crystal radios.
Dr. Phil's Amazing Lightning Crystal
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
Deep in the middle of "Kubiak Country" the extended Kubiak clan had gathered at the home of Belle and Ivan Drahuta for Sunday lunch.
Euterpe, Episode 3
Dear and honored father, How are you? I received your letter today. It was waiting for me at the Church of Saint Mary. I'm glad to know that you came back from Naples and that the Mediterranean sun and the sea breeze improved your lungs more than all the bleedings and enemas of "those damned Italian doctors."
Suite For Four Hands
As he turned from closing the door of the Bledsoe and Riebeck workshop, Franz Sylwester found several pairs of eyes focused on him. "Well?" his friend Friedrich Braun asked expectantly. "What did the nurse say?"
Heavy Metal Music or Revolution in Three Flats
Dr. Nichols looked at them both seriously. "I can't help you surgically. I'm sorry. The damage is severe, but I probably could have saved it if I could have seen it right after it happened. Maybe not, with the knuckles smashed in the last two fingers, but we would have had a good chance. Now . . . Frankly, it healed wrong. I'm not faulting those who tended you—fact is, they did as good a job as any down-timer could have done."
An Invisible War (Conclusion)
Gary Lambert literally tripped over his own feet. The man coming toward him early that morning was Johann Gerhard. Gary had known he would be coming with the Jena delegation, but he hadn't thought to run into him the very first morning. Yet there he was.
EUTERPE, episode 2
Very Reverend Father, I am sorry it took so long to write you again, but a journey through Europe in these days is everything but short and comfortable. Only after I reached my final destination could I spend some time to tell you in detail of my adventures. I only hope your students and the other teachers at the Collegium will forgive me for the time I steal from your primary duty. Hundreds of miles on the road can fill a lot of pages and break a courier's back!
An Invisible War, Part I
"You want me to what!?" No teasing grin lit James' face now. His tone was calm but determined. "Become the dean at the College of Medicine's new Health Sciences Department."
EUTERPE, episode 1
I only now have time to write you this letter before leaving tomorrow morning headed for the Holy Roman Empire first and then to Thuringia, in Germany. My final destination is the town of Grantville where I am going to learn and study.