The Amazing Dr. Darwin: The Adventures of Charles Darwin's Grandfather
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Key Selling Points- Charles Sheffield won the prestigious Nebula and Hugo Awards, and his Baen novel The Mind Pool has an 86% sellthrough.- He was also author of two nonfiction best sellers, Man on Earth and Earthwatch, and writes an online column, "The Borderlands of Science."- A physicist and mathematician, Sheffield published over a hundred technical papers and was Vice President of the Earth Satellite Corporation.- A past president of the American Astronautical Society, he combined his knowledge of science with strong storytelling skills to create compelling science fiction.
When Darwin spoke Maclaren leaned forward unblinking, stroking his full beard and scratching in an irritated way at his breeches' legs, as though resenting the absence of the kilt. Pole shook his head. It had been a long, unsatisfying evening, no doubt about it. He picked up a glowing lump of peat, applied it to his pipe, and sucked in his first morning mouthful of smoke. He sighed with satisfaction, and went at once into a violent and lengthy fit of coughing. Eyes streaming, he finally had to
was delirium, and utterances that were peculiar indeed. I have no great hopes for him." "He is one of Bailey's farmworkers?" "He is not. He is a stranger, taken ill on the road near here. The woman with him came for help to the farm. Fortunately I was already here, attending to Father Bailey's rheumatics." He shrugged. "That is a hopeless case, of course, in a man of his age." "Mm. Perhaps." Darwin sounded unconvinced, but he did not press it. "It was curiously opportune that you were here. So
room carrying cups, saucers, and a large silver pot of hot chocolate. He looked up only to give her a quick smile of thanks as she placed the tray at his side. "What are you going to do with me?" he asked, after she had left the room. "You are right. I did not check sufficiently the natural variations in the electric force. A man is dead who should be alive." Darwin raised his eyebrows and glanced at Pole. "Jacob?" "Me?" Pole favored Darwin and Crosse equally with his scowl. "Why, damn it, I'm
across and already cut into ten slices. Jugs filled with milk and water stood at the end of the table, along with a concession to the visitor in the form of a pitcher of dark beer. Jacob Pole sniffed the air. "Squab pie? My favorite." "With apples, onions, and cloves. But before you assign me powers beyond the natural, I will admit that this was to be my dinner long before I knew you would be here to share it." Pole pulled an envelope out of his jacket pocket and sat down at the table. "A pie
arm from under the canvas. "That has to be Malkirk, down the hill there. We have made better time from Lairg than I anticipated." Jacob Pole scowled ahead. "And a miserable looking place it is, if that's all there is to it. But look close down there—maybe we're not the only visitors to these godforsaken regions." Half a mile in front of them two light carriages blocked the path that led through the middle of the village. The ill-clad cluster of people gathered around them turned as Pole drove the