Winter 2011

Chapter One – Invitation to the Rally “By Jove! By Jove, I say!” exclaimed Ephraim Noble, Sr., a glass of brandy sloshing about in one hand and a paper crumpling in the other as he shook it to keep it erect. Ephraim Noble Jr. looked up from his mathematics book, his young face wrinkled with annoyance at the interruption. He was a boy of 14 years, but with the serious concentration of a man twice his age. Neatly cut bangs of dark hair fell about his blue inquisitive eyes that expanded with some alarm at his father’s panicked behavior....

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It was early the next morning when Rupert knocked on Liza’s door.  She’d fallen asleep in her chair a few hours earlier, still in her clothes from they day before.  I’m making a habit out of sleeping sitting up, she thought, leaping from her chair to open the door.  She found Rupert looking oddly well-rested. “Do you know what time it is?” “A quarter of two, actually.  I worked a bit later than I’d hoped, is it a bad time?” “No, now that I’m awake.  And you don’t even look tired.” Rupert held a large clay mug to Liza’s...

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“They say that two are better than one. “Two heads are better than one. “Two drinks are better than one. “Two ships are better than one. “With our dirigible, we’ve got two ships in one.” ~Admiral Jeremiah L. Farfleet I FAF Gemini, in which one hero nearly misses his chance, and the other nearly misses her landing. Huxley woke rather later in the morning than he intended. He was used to getting up early to study, so he wouldn’t have thought it was possible for him to sleep so late, yet sleep he did. When he finally rubbed his...

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Three Manhattan 1889   Evan stared at the Receptor, an amazed laugh tickling his throat. Grace looked up from her sewing. “There will be a World’s Fair,” he gurgled. “In Queens County, of all places! Queens!” Putting down her embroidery hoop, she came closer. It would appear that in just nine years, the rural Queens County would become a part of Metropolitan New York City.  And forty one years after that, what was currently a ragged string of small towns would host a fair. A World’s Fair, in Flushing. Who would have ever thought… “Goodness, what is all this?”...

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