Cold Copper: The Age of Steam
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In steam age America, men, monsters, machines, and magic battle to claim the same scrap of earth and sky. In this madness, one man struggles to keep his humanity, his honor, and his hell-bent mission intact....
Bounty hunter and lycanthrope Cedar Hunt vowed to track down all seven pieces of the Holder—a strange device capable of deadly destruction. And, accompanied by witch Mae Lindson and the capricious Madder brothers, he sets out to do just that. But the crew is forced to take refuge in the frontier town of Des Moines, Iowa, when a glacial storm stops them in their tracks. The town, under mayor Killian Vosbrough, is ruled with an iron fist—and plagued by the steely Strange, creatures that pour through the streets like the unshuttered wind.
But Cedar soon learns that Vosbrough is mining cold copper for the cataclysmic generators he’s manufacturing deep beneath Des Moines, bringing the search for the Holder to a halt. Chipping through ice, snow, and bone-chilling bewitchment to expose a dangerous plot, Cedar must stop Vosbrough and his scheme to rule the land and sky....
flickered in the framework building. Above that rose a blocky bell tower with a simple cross atop it. A church. From the look of it, a very old but well-kept house of worship. The rider took them past the building to a barn that was larger than the church by half. He dismounted and motioned them forward into the shelter. The barn wasn’t large enough for the wagon, but there was a generous lean-to, beneath which the wagon would be shielded from the worst of the weather. Their host led his horse
word. And it appeared Cedar knew that too. Rose climbed the ladder to the Swift as quickly as she could with a bum arm, Hink right behind her. He hollered for his crew to lower the basket. Cedar and Wil helped Father Kyne into the basket. Then Rose was up in the hustle and hurry of the ship, that beautiful, sweet ship, hugging Mae and helping to work the wenches to get Father Kyne aboard. She glanced up to see her airship captain walk up the narrow interior, already more steady on his feet as
to hunt and kill the Strange. All the Strange in the world. He suspected he’d breathe out his last days before that was done, and still not be free of the curse. But he was too exhausted to fight them today. He ignored these Strange that plucked and wailed and bit. Life was all that mattered now. And life, for all of them, meant moving west. Wil, beside him, growled. Cedar looked down, surprised to see his brother out of the wagon. Wil’s ears were flattened against his wide, gray-and-black
like that? Coal? Or is it want for those fancy copper-and-glim guns you have there?” The sheriff paused, still smiling, but there was something different about how he held himself, as if steel had staked his spine in place. “Maybe it’s nothing but the moon, Mr. Hunt,” he said, his voice barely glossing over the anger he held in check there. “You know what an odd master it can be. Brings out all sorts of unnatural things at night. Unnatural things in men too.” “And children?” Cedar asked. “Do
behind the table. “Mr. Wicks, is it?” Cedar asked. “Thomas,” he said. “Thomas Wicks.” “Hungry?” “Starving.” Cedar gestured toward the larder and Wicks accompanied him there. “What part of this brings your involvement, Mr. Wicks?” Cedar asked. “I found myself aboard a train with Miss Small and Captain Hink. I’m afraid I’m just a bit caught up in their wake.” Cedar found a round of cheese and a loaf of flat bread. He pulled both out, and a handful of dried apples. “Let’s not lean on