June 11, 2013
The day doesn’t begin well for Brim Archer, who follows the world of mathematics and airships, and lives by himself in a lonely house in the middle of the Nahant tidal plain, northeast of Boston. The day begins with the suspicion of murder. There’s no body. Not yet. But the seers from the Underground know where it’s going to end up. Right at the edge of the porch of Mr. Archer’s house. And they’ve sent along a few sharp fellows to look into it.
A short story by the author of Seaborn (Juno Books) and Salvage (Masque/Prime Books).