This is a scene from the steampunk proposal I recently sent my agent, starring the adult children of Changeling Jane Austen and in the vein of Gail Carriger. I very much LOVE this project and it’s a ton of fun to work on.
As the dirigible began descending toward the twinkling lights of midnight Paris in the distance, Elizabeth couldn’t help but sigh at its sheer beauty. La Ville-Lumière—the City of Light—would always be her favorite city in the mortal realm for many reasons; not the least of them the breath-taking view of the city from several thousand feet above.
She flung her arms in the air and spun to face her sister. “Oh, how I do love the sight of Paris from the air. Isn’t it spectacular?”
Cassandra gripped the wooden railing tightly, her pale face showing none of the pleasure reflected on her twin’s countenance. “Amazing,” she gritted out in a tone indicating the precisely opposite sentiment.
Yes, yes, I am still hard at work on Fury Book 3 (Black-Hearted Betrayal) and have the YA vamp on the backburner. But this steampunk story idea hijacked my brains this evening and I had to flesh out a bit of world-building and an opening. Since I have been lax in blogging the past few days and want to get another post up, I am sharing a snippet from what is tentatively titled Plague and Pestilence. Keep in mind that it is very rough and subject to much revision. Hope you enjoy!
It was a truth universally acknowledged–at least between the Austen twins–that being the daughter of a world-famous (and immortal) novelist could be a royal pain in the backside. Even if said mother did gainfully employ both daughters as research assistants. Perhaps especially because of that fact.
Miss Cassandra Leigh, elder sister by precisely fifteen and one-quarter minutes, stared at the latest telegram from the venerable Mrs. Jane Austen Austen with an expression more in keeping with someone who has just ingested a goodly number of sour pickles. Miss Elizabeth Henriette, not to be outdone despite her position as younger sister, wrinkled both forehead and nose in most unladylike fashion. Then, in that twin-like manner with which they so often dismayed polite society, the two exclaimed in unison, “Egypt! What can Mother be thinking?”