New Circus of Brass and Bone Episode Up!
Sep. 14th, 2010 10:17 pm
Welcome back to The Circus of Brass and Bone!
Episode 2, The Great Boston Pyre, is now up at http://www.circusofbrassandbone.com. I've also added an About page in response to people asking for "back cover copy"-type information. Take a look!
Excerpt:
Read more (or download the podcast!)
Things fall apart. People come together--or die. Above all, the show must go on.
Episode 2, The Great Boston Pyre, is now up at http://www.circusofbrassandbone.com. I've also added an About page in response to people asking for "back cover copy"-type information. Take a look!
Excerpt:
The skeleton man hungered.
Breakfast seemed so long ago, though he'd gobbled biscuits and tea until his stomach hurt. His precious stash of tasties was buried in his wagon for their grand entrance into Boston, along with everything else he had to his name. He had so little--he thought self-pityingly--that his kit was packed and loaded while others still dallied in their quarters, packing away the wondrous sprawl of their belongings. And so Jonathan Matzke, The Man So Thin He Wears a Wedding Ring as a Belt!, went without. His stomach clenched tight in rebellion.
Though the hardtack and cheese and dried apples he'd packed didn't appeal to him, anyway. Jonathan ravened, but not for that. For something else. He didn't know what yet.
He'd know it when he saw it, by the salivating of his mouth. Maybe one of the others might have something that would fill the aching pit in his stomach. Maybe they'd give him some if he asked nicely. Or--in the upset of packing, they wouldn't notice or care if a little bit here or there went missing. Mice. Ships always had mice.
Slip and slide around the corners, he could. Nobody noticed the Skeleton Man, because there was a quarter as much man to notice!
Breakfast seemed so long ago, though he'd gobbled biscuits and tea until his stomach hurt. His precious stash of tasties was buried in his wagon for their grand entrance into Boston, along with everything else he had to his name. He had so little--he thought self-pityingly--that his kit was packed and loaded while others still dallied in their quarters, packing away the wondrous sprawl of their belongings. And so Jonathan Matzke, The Man So Thin He Wears a Wedding Ring as a Belt!, went without. His stomach clenched tight in rebellion.
Though the hardtack and cheese and dried apples he'd packed didn't appeal to him, anyway. Jonathan ravened, but not for that. For something else. He didn't know what yet.
He'd know it when he saw it, by the salivating of his mouth. Maybe one of the others might have something that would fill the aching pit in his stomach. Maybe they'd give him some if he asked nicely. Or--in the upset of packing, they wouldn't notice or care if a little bit here or there went missing. Mice. Ships always had mice.
Slip and slide around the corners, he could. Nobody noticed the Skeleton Man, because there was a quarter as much man to notice!
Read more (or download the podcast!)
Things fall apart. People come together--or die. Above all, the show must go on.