You ate me cookie.īecause you never share. Logan was good too though, he told me stories when I couldn’t sleep. I know I shouldn’t have a favorite brother, but Joshua always gave me his cookies. We’ll teach you new words later, Joshua said. It made me sound grown up, but Logan said I’m not a man until I have hair on me willy. There weren’t even any crumbs left to eat. We didn’t have them often and I liked how sweet they were.

I stood there thinking about how good it must have tasted. I knew he did he even told our older brother, Joshua, that he ate it. BROKEN, COLLARED, AND READY FOR REVENGE The Gentlemen Brothers, 3 When the sun goes down, stay hidden, stay quiet, and never, ever let go of each other. We created ourselves trade and work in the skies, some on the rich man’s land. Over the years, the land never returned, but humans carried on. The poor folk, like us, found ourselves a dirigible and took to the sky. The wealthy or ruthless claimed whatever land was left, only the highest mountain peaks remained. Many people bought those dirigibles to survive and avoid the big battles for land.Īnd so, the survivors of the Great Wave of 1848 continued on. They used whatever they could and created ships that didn’t float on the sea but glided in the air. Some people, the very smart ones, started to build. The people who survived cried for those lost as they scrambled to lay claim on the last of the land. A wave rose, higher than most mountains, and when it finally returned to the ocean, there wasn’t much left. The water gobbled up everything in its path. Big holes opened up-in the woods, in towns, and the beautiful cliffs that hugged the ocean crashed down. Then one day, the ground rumbled and shook. Trees that changed color, snow, and rain used to pile on the ground, rivers ran through forests where little boys played, and there was enough land to hold millions of people. The world as we know it according to me father… Middle class.Ĭitizens – Those without land who live in Dirigibles. High class.ĭetectives – Law men and women. Tosser: obnoxious, usually a male Social Order in the New World: It's absolutely appreciated and, in my opinion, you really are the best publisher out there! A Bit o’ Help with Steampunk Slang:

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Chaos Unchained by James Cox