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

“I end this now, pup,” Cas snarled. “Surrender!”


Cas paused. Again, for effect. Seth heaved a last, great sigh. Always the showman. Always, the ego. Seth closed his eyes and waited to die.


Dex threw himself across the killing circle, booted feet sliding against the steel floor. He thrust out with all his strength, the altered prosthetic in his hand. There was no time to pray that his tinkering would have the desired effect; it almost didn’t matter.


The three optic conductors were made from silver. They sank into Cas’s hide with sickening ease. Clockwork gears whined as the device locked into place. The gwr screamed, a shocking, almost human sound.


Dex thumbed the activation switch and rolled away, bruising his shoulder against the floor. Cas fell, thrashed, screaming in that horrible man-voice. He writhed, snapping at the machine, unable to get teeth into it.


Chapter 22