Introducing Penny Dreadnought, Insidious Indoctrination Engine of the Abominable Gentlemen
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From the malignant minds of the Abominable Gentlemen comes the first volume of Penny Dreadnought. Within these pages you’ll find the following seeds of madness:
“Lilies” by Iain Rowan
“Cargo” by Aaron Polson
“First Time Buyers” by James Everington
“Invasion of the Shark-Men” by Alan Ryker.
It is approximately 22,000 words long.
Abominable Gentlemen
Foreword to "Introducing Penny Dreadnought..." by Alan Ryker I’m a romantic. There’s no hiding it. I’m too sincere. I’m too enthusiastic. I can’t play it cool, so I’m just going to come out and tell you what publishing this first issue of Penny Dreadnought means to me. I believe that fiction can matter. I believe it can even be dangerous, but only if the writer is fearless. That’s not an easy thing. We tend to be an anxious lot. A dreadnought is a battleship, but a literal paraphrase for “dreadnought” is “fear nothing.” Penny Dreadnought began as a wish to get my work alongside the most talented and fearless writers I know. Somehow, I was lucky enough that my first choices all agreed. And thus began the accursed fraternity of the Abominable Gentlemen. These men do not care about false genre boundaries, only making the best stories they can. They don’t care about the next hot subject, only their next impossible-to-ignore idea. They’ve put in their dues and know the rules, so they know exactly when and how to break them. And they’ve agreed to let me place my stories beside theirs on a regular basis. So, I’m very proud to introduce Penny Dreadnought, the insidious indoctrination engine of the Abominable Gentlemen. Writers are still adjusting to the idea that when we sit down at the keyboard, we need only worry about creating the best work possible. We need not dread pouring our time and hearts into something we can’t get past gatekeepers with more conservative (or fiscally-focused) aesthetics. In this climate, I expect our work to only get better. More dangerous. Stranger.
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INTRODUCING PENNY DREADNOUGHT, INSIDIOUS INDOCTRINATION ENGINE OF THE ABOMINABLE GENTLEMEN
flagship publication of
The Abominable Gentlemen
Copyright 2011 Jeffrey Rice
Published by the Abominable Gentlemen at Smashwords
Lilies
Copyright 2004 by Iain Rowan. Lilies
was first published in Postscripts Magazine, and reprinted in 2005 in The Mammoth Book of Best New Horror 16.
Cargo
Copyright 2010 by Aaron Polson. Cargo
was first published in Dark Pages Volume 1.
First Time Buyers
Copyright 2011 by James Everington. First Time Buyers
was first published in The Other Room.
Invasion of the Shark-Men
Copyright 2011 by Jeffrey Rice. Invasion of the Shark-Men
was first published in Pulling Teeth.
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or any information storage and retrieval system, without prior written permission of the Author, except where permitted by law. Contact: jalanrice@gmail.com
These are works of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
Cover design by Jeffrey Rice
Skull image attribution: Bundesarchiv, Bild 183-12264-0015 / Martin / CC-BY-SA
Table of Contents
Foreword
Lilies by Iain Rowan
Cargo by Aaron Polson
First Time Buyers by James Everington
Invasion of the Shark-Men by Alan Ryker
Foreword
I’m a romantic. There’s no hiding it. I’m too sincere. I’m too enthusiastic. I can’t play it cool, so I’m just going to come out and tell you what publishing this first issue of Penny Dreadnought means to me.
I believe that fiction can matter. I believe it can even be dangerous, but only if the writer is fearless. That’s not an easy thing. We tend to be an anxious lot.
A dreadnought is a battleship, but a literal paraphrase for dreadnought
is fear nothing.
Penny Dreadnought began as a wish to get my work alongside the most talented and fearless writers I know. Somehow, I was lucky enough that my first choices all agreed. And thus began the accursed fraternity of the Abominable Gentlemen.
These men do not care about false genre boundaries, only making the best stories they can. They don’t care about the next hot subject, only their next impossible-to-ignore idea. They’ve put in their dues and know the rules, so they know exactly when and how to break them.
And they’ve agreed to let me place my stories beside theirs on a regular basis.
So, I’m very proud to introduce Penny Dreadnought, the insidious indoctrination engine of the Abominable Gentlemen.
Writers are still adjusting to the idea that when we sit down at the keyboard, we need only worry about creating the best work possible. We need not dread pouring our time and hearts into something we can’t get past gatekeepers with more conservative (or fiscally-focused) aesthetics. In this climate, I expect our work to only get better. More dangerous.
Stranger.
-Alan Ryker
Lilies
by Iain Rowan
It was autumn, and the city was at war. As the pavements turned slick with wet, yellow leaves, the hills to the north talked to each other in low rumbling voices. Soldiers clattered into the city in trains, spent their money in a whirl of drink and women, and left for the hills. Fewer returned. Those that did, drank more quietly, eyes on the floor, worn coats patched up against the spiteful wind. The leaves fell, the war carried on, and every day the night stole in a few minutes earlier. It was autumn, and the city was at war, and Alex was afraid.
He was one of the lucky ones. He had spent fourteen days on the front, cowering in holes in the ground while the earth erupted around him and men that he had spoken to just hours before lost arms, legs, lives. His entire world had been mud. He had lived in mud, tasted mud, pressed himself into the mud as if it could shelter him from the world being ripped apart around him. Then his sergeant had crawled up to him one morning, spat in his face, and told him that his daddy must have lined somebody’s pocket: he was to report to the back lines for transport to the city, and when—not if, when—he returned to the front the sergeant would make it his personal mission to ensure that Alex was first in the firing line.
Back in the city he was assigned duties couriering messages back and forth, from civil servant to general, to minister, to anonymous civilian. It was tiring, it was tedious, and it was safe, but Alex was still afraid and often when he ate all he could taste was mud. He spent hours shivering outside closed doors, shuffling his feet in the rotting autumn slush. He hurried from one side of the city to the other, two stops on the train, six stops on the rattling tram, hours of getting lost in strange streets, and everywhere, the dead.
Alex tried not to look at them, conscious of the impulse to stare, embarrassed by it. He had seen the occasional dead person back in the village, as had every child. He’d even slept under the same roof as one, when his grandfather came back. None of this prepared him for the city. In the village, custom was that families kept their dead to themselves, that the week was a time for private moments, not public display. In the city, Alex thought at times that the dead outnumbered the living. If the war went on much longer, maybe they would.
As he searched an elegant row of tall houses for the address on the letter in his hand, he passed one of the dead. The man stood on the pavement, looking at the houses, slowly moving his head from side to side in an unconscious mockery of Alex’s own search. It struck Alex that the reason there were so many dead in the city was that they could not find their families. They were cut off by the dislocation of wartime, everything in motion. Perhaps the man standing in the street, vacantly considering doorways, belonged to a family who had all died together, and now for a week they wandered the streets with the same cold stare, looking for one another, never finding each other, always lost.
Alex was only nine the day that his grandfather came back. The old man had been ill for weeks, sweating and wheezing in his bed. Alex had spent dutiful hours by his bedside, alternating between fear and boredom. It had seemed that his grandfather was over the worst and would live to sit