Airship Arthur: A Steampunk Short Story

By Bokerah Brumley

Young Arthur Pendragon gets more than he bargained for after he picks up two passengers while on his way to Camelot. When the two passengers take over the ship, Arthur has no choice but to take them to Stonehenge... where he comes face to face with his future.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Bokerah Brumley
• Release date: Apr 15, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393420026

Bokerah Brumley

Bokerah Brumley is a speculative fiction writer making stuff up on a trampoline in West Texas. When she’s not playing with the quirky characters in her head, she’s addicted to Twitter pitch events, writing contests, and social media, in general. With three urban fantasy novella releases scheduled for 2016, Bokerah has too much planned for this year, but is happily doing it anyway. She lives on ten acres with five home-educated children, four peacocks, three dogs, two cats, and one husband. In her imaginary spare time, she also serves as the blue-haired Publicity Officer for the Cisco Writers Club. 

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Airship Arthur

A Steampunk Short Story

BOKERAH BRUMLEY

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Airship Arthur by Bokerah Brumley

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1

Air Sailing

SKIES OVER THE CHANNEL

Young Arthur Pendragon lowered the worn, leather book and rubbed his eyes. The inked text had blurred, his pupils fatigued from several hours of non-stop study of the compendium of essays on magic. He didn’t understand half of it, but he’d been trying to distract himself.

Myrddin Wyllt, the wizard, had a bout of foretelling and forced the book on him before they’d left, muttering something about a quest, a kingly sword, and sisters of dark waters.

Myrddin could have just told him what was coming or kept his old, hooked nose in his own business. Despite Myrddin’s uncanny ability to make the Camelot airships go faster, magic had no place in Arthur’s scientific life. And Myrddin hadn’t yet to take the hint.

Arthur crossed the deck to stare over the galleon’s railing, considering the sunset sky. A thunderhead built in the distance farther out to sea. The vivid colors were impressive, a