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Steampunk Widow
Steampunk Widow
Steampunk Widow
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Steampunk Widow

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When Death separates her from her husband, the new bride declares war on Death.

LanguageEnglish
Release dateDec 26, 2018
ISBN9781386948100
Steampunk Widow
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Phoebe Matthews

Phoebe Matthews is currently writing three urban fantasy series. Her novels have been published by Avon, Dark Quest, Dell, Holt, LostLoves, Putnam, Silhouette, and Scholastic.

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    Steampunk Widow - Phoebe Matthews

    Steampunk Widow

    I know the marriage ceremony has the line about until death do us part but I never gave it any thought until my darling and I were parted by Death.

    So now I am going after the bastard.

    Unladylike, I know, and the strongest word in my vocabulary, but please forebear judging me until after you know my story.

    My John was everything I considered desirable in a mate, strong, patient, and incurably cheerful, and I say this because his mother constantly reprimanded him for telling stories at the dinner table that set everyone else laughing. He had a possible shortcoming, well, perhaps shortcoming is too strong a term. It would have been of no concern except that it did make me doubt the success of our honeymoon and no, I am not so indelicate as to be alluding to his lovemaking. No. John's shortcoming was his extreme talent with anything mechanical. I have no interest in things athletic and therefore you will understand his skill was a shortcoming only as far as it concerned me.

    Give John an engine and he could attach it to anything and make it work. He had a steamcycle and a steamcarriage and to my everlasting horror, even a steamflyer. None of these would ever have me as a passenger, a truth he accepted with grace the day he showed me his collection and I gave my verdict.

    Fair enough, darling Adele, he said. You need not ride in any of them and in return, we need dine only on Sunday with our mothers.

    An excellent meeting of minds, I believe.

    And so I should not have been surprised when, after I had accepted his proposal and begun to plan our wedding, he one day said, Adele, my angel, let me plan the honeymoon. A sea voyage to Italy, would that be to your liking?

    I clapped my hands. "Imagine, an ocean liner, a

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