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conversations.value: a description for a book titled Steampunk'd about Mystery, Ellery, Queen with the genre: Science Fiction & Fantasy, Science Fiction
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conversations.value: In 1995 Martin H. Greenberg was honored by the Mystery Writers of America with the Ellery Queen Award for lifetime achievement in mystery editing. He is also the recipient of two Anthony awards. Mystery Scene magazine called him "the best mystery anthologist since Ellery Queen." He has compiled more than 1,000 anthologies andis the president of TEKNO books.He lives in Green Bay, Wisconsin.
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conversations.value: the first four paragraphs for this book
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conversations.value: Steampunk'd
  Epiphron meant prudence, and the Kapitan and his handpicked crew were nothing if not prudent. The presence of Plutus—or wealth—clearly meant that they would have a good season. He couldn't quite reconcile Bia, which meant force. He would have to think on that more, but he did know one thing: the Kapitan could be nothing but pleased.
  Maks's joy frayed just a little when he realized that Yevgeniy was still taking his first measurement. He shook his head, telling himself that at least his augury was complete, and there was nothing Yevgeniy could do to change it. His impatience heightened, however, when he noted that Yevgeniy was training the sextant too far to the north of Uranus.
  Maks's face burned at these words. The sound of footfalls in the snow behind him grew suddenly louder, though he knew the phenomenon was due more to his own embarrassment than anything else. He turned and found Kapitan Shimon, a bear of a man bundled as heavily as one, hiking through the snow toward them. His wide, scruffy face was lit in amber momentarily as he puffed on his cigar. Farther down the slope, the pale yellow lanterns of the walker shined as the crew shoveled snow into the sluice for the walker's reservoir.
  He could hear the Kapitan's heavy breathing, but Shimon had never been one for the cold, and in moments his heavy footsteps could be heard trudging back toward the walker.
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conversations.value: Steampunk'd
  Epiphron meant prudence, and the Kapitan and his handpicked crew were nothing if not prudent. The presence of Plutus—or wealth—clearly meant that they would have a good season. He couldn't quite reconcile Bia, which meant force. He would have to think on that more, but he did know one thing: the Kapitan could be nothing but pleased.
  Maks's joy frayed just a little when he realized that Yevgeniy was still taking his first measurement. He shook his head, telling himself that at least his augury was complete, and there was nothing Yevgeniy could do to change it. His impatience heightened, however, when he noted that Yevgeniy was training the sextant too far to the north of Uranus.
  Maks's face burned at these words. The sound of footfalls in the snow behind him grew suddenly louder, though he knew the phenomenon was due more to his own embarrassment than anything else. He turned and found Kapitan Shimon, a bear of a man bundled as heavily as one, hiking through the snow toward them. His wide, scruffy face was lit in amber momentarily as he puffed on his cigar. Farther down the slope, the pale yellow lanterns of the walker shined as the crew shoveled snow into the sluice for the walker's reservoir.
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conversations.value: She recognized the suave, over-confident demeanor of the handsome Daniel Defore, her brother's rival and the man he apparently didn't want knowing his secrets.
  Her attention remained fixed on the doctor and others who rushed in. They began to treat her brother and transferred him to a stretcher. She said a silent prayer as they carried him to the medical wagon waiting outside.
  She nodded, grateful for his support as her foot slid on a piece of paper. He helped her to a chair, away from the shelf, away from the homely quilt that held her brother's secrets.
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conversations.value: the last five paragraphs
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conversations.value: Francis edged back along the mineshaft, then ignored how he was slashed and cut by the tube that had once held a high vacuum and the purple beam he had generated.
  He held onto the bell jar and stumbled toward her airship, which hovered only a few feet above the ground. Then he saw she had anchored it by giving Fulton one end of the tether. The brass dog clamped down firmly with his jaws on the rope, but a breeze was growing. It came from behind Francis and was sucking loose, light debris from the ground into the mineshaft.
  Francis knew that would never be possible. He took Nicole's hands and was dragged up to the floorboard in the airship gondola.
  Francis started to urge her to more speed, then spun about, flopped on his belly and caught hold of the tether, now swaying beneath the rising ship.
  She looked at him as if he were quite mad, but he didn't care. He had ten pounds of gold to replace his equipment—and a dog with a photographic eye that had winked at his lab notes the night before.