In a reimagined 1890's London, where steam-driven airships rule the skies and monsters roam the streets, the Galileo Observatory's Club for Gentlemen welcomes all -- gwr, shape-changers, vampires, and lords. A high-stakes game leads more than a few men astray.<br><br>Poindexter Fitzhughes, renowned hero and scientist, learns just how much trouble a full-blooded gwr can be when he attempts to cure his lover, Lord Seth Maitland, of the disease. But when their backs are against the wall, the two must learn to trust in each other, and more importantly, in their true natures, to prevail.<br><br>Meanwhile, Duncan Farnsworth discovers being a vampire has not improved his social life, his chances of finding love, continuing the family line, or getting a bite to eat. Maneuvering his way around a sarcastic butler, his spinster sister, a run-in with an amorous werewolf, and a confrontation with a dead soldier and a French airship captain, Duncan finally finds exactly what he is thirsting for.

London Steam

Dex turned around; Seth was staring in the lab, his face haggard. “Are you ever coming back?”


“Oh, I apologize, my darling. Were you waiting for me? Well, you know what I’m like.”


“Compulsive. Thorough.” Seth twisted his fingers together. “Disappointed.”


“You have said it yourself,” Seth said. “The beast is only the man, stripped of the constraints of logic. You believe that, as a man, I will not commit murder, and that my conscience will keep a rein on my beast. But you know, there are many things that even a man might think, that a man might want, and because we think we’re civilized and domesticated and cowed, we won’t do. Haven’t you ever wanted to kill someone? Even over stupid things? A carriage driver who nearly runs you down in the street. A shopkeeper who mistakes your order. Do you ever just want to kill them, just throttle them, tear their throat out? It goes away. We don’t do it and it goes away.


Chapter 14