Wolves of
the Northern Rift
Magic and Machinery #1
by Jon Messenger
Published: March
10th, 2015
Publisher:
Crimson Tree Publishing
Genre: Steampunk
Content Warning: Non-graphic gore/violence
Recommended Age:
16+
In a world of science, magic is an abomination.
Magic is an abomination. It spread from the
Rift, a great chasm hundreds of miles long that nearly split the southern
continent in two. The Rift was a portal, a gateway between their world of
science and the mythological world of magic.
On the northern continent of Ocker, King Godwin
declared that no magical monstrosity would be allowed within their borders. The
Royal Inquisitors were formed to investigate reports of mystical occurrences
and, should they be found, to destroy them.
Inquisitor Simon Whitlock knows his
responsibilities all too well. Along with the apothecary, Luthor Strong,
they’ve spent two years inquiring into such reports of magical abominations,
though they’ve discovered far more charlatans than true magical creatures. When
assigned to investigate Haversham and its reports of werewolves, Simon remains
unconvinced that the rumors are true. What he discovers in the frozen little
hamlet is that the werewolves are far more real than he believed; yet they’re
hardly the most dangerous monster in the city.
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Simon
stepped into the hallway and pulled his door closed. He reached across the
divide and straightened Luthor’s tie, which hung askew from the center of his
neck. As he straightened the tie, he caught a scent of something foul in the
air. He wrinkled his nose and glanced over his friend’s shoulder.
“Do you smell that? It’s atrocious. It’s a mixture of spoiled milk and
gangrene. Please tell me that isn’t coming from your room.”
Luthor blushed slightly and looked over his shoulder. “I accidentally broke one
of my vials when I was unpacking. It’s an unpleasant scent, to be sure.”
Simon frowned. “Please don’t tell me that was one of the liquids in that foul
brew you gave me on the zeppelin.”
Luthor pushed his glasses back up his nose but remained silent.
“Luthor?” Simon asked, arching his brow inquisitively. “It wasn’t, was it?”
When the apothecary didn’t reply, Simon threw up his hands in disgust and
stormed down the hall.
“In my defense,” Luthor said as he hurried to catch up, “you told me not to
tell you.”
“I swear that you’re trying to poison me. You slip these terrible concoctions
into my drinks just to kill me slowly.”
“There are actually indigenous tribes along the far eastern shores that
intentionally ingest poisons in an attempt to build a resistance to the natural
venoms that exist in their flora and fauna. Despite a wide spread acceptance of
the practice, only a very small percentage of them actually die.”
“You find the most remarkable ways to try to defend your inane actions,” Simon
said. “I’m not an indigenous tribesman from the eastern shore. Please stop
trying to poison me.”
“I’d never poison you without your knowledge,” Luthor said before reconsidering
his word choice.
“I guess I should be pleased that my friends will stab me in the face, rather
than stabbing me in the back.”
Jon
Messenger (Born 1979 in London, England) serves as an United States Army Major
in the Medical Service Corps. Jon wrote his first science fiction trilogy in
2008 and has since written and published over 10 novels. The scope of his
writing has expanded beyond science fiction to include the New Adult and
Steampunk genres. His books have become Amazon bestsellers, been
translated into foreign languages, and have won numerous awards both for
content and covers.
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