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Steampunk superheros in Victorian-era New York!

The Society of Paragons is gone—destroyed from within by traitors and enemies. With the death of The Industrialist and the rebirth the Iron-Clad as a monstrous half-human creature known as "The Shell," Lord Eschaton now has almost everything he needs to cover the world in fortified smoke and rebuild it in his image—everything except for the mechanical heart of the Automaton.

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Overview

Steampunk superheros in Victorian-era New York!

The Society of Paragons is gone—destroyed from within by traitors and enemies. With the death of The Industrialist and the rebirth the Iron-Clad as a monstrous half-human creature known as "The Shell," Lord Eschaton now has almost everything he needs to cover the world in fortified smoke and rebuild it in his image—everything except for the mechanical heart of the Automaton.

The device is nearer than he knows. Just across the East River, hiding in a Brooklyn junkyard, Sarah Stanton is trying to come to restore the mechanical man to life. But before she can rebuild her friend, she must first discover the indomitable power of her own heart and save herself. Only then will she be able to forge a ragtag group of repentant villains, damaged Paragons, and love-mad geniuses into the team of heroes known as "The Society of Steam."

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Editorial Reviews

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Praise for The Society of Steam:

"Written with the sort of breathless, excited narration you'd expect from a Victorian adventure novel. . . . A damn fun read."
- io9

"The Falling Machine is quite simply the coolest steampunk superhero book I've ever read. . . . Imagine if Gangs of New York had been directed by Jules Verne, instead of Martin Scorsese, [and] you're probably not too far off."
- Portland Book Review

"If Stan Lee had lived in the 1880s, this is the book he would have written-steampunk superheroes."
- Clay and Susan Griffith, authors of the Vampire Empire trilogy

"After the breathless beginning, the book keeps moving fast and furious, and it delivers. . . . Highly recommended for any steampunk lover."
- Fantasy Book Critic

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781616146962
  • Publisher: Prometheus Books
  • Publication date: 1/8/2013
  • Series: Society of Steam Series , #3
  • Pages: 390
  • Sales rank: 569,033
  • Product dimensions: 5.90 (w) x 8.80 (h) x 1.10 (d)

Meet the Author

Andrew P. Mayer is the author of The Falling Machine and Hearts of Smoke and Steam, books 1 and 2 of the The Society of Steam trilogy. He is also the author of a short comic story titled "Creepy: Om Nom Nom" published by Dark Horse Comics that was anthologized in Myspace Dark Horse Presents, vol. 3, and in New Creepy Anthology. He is the chief creative officer for Mob Science games, where he creates social games for Facebook. Previously he worked as a game designer and creative director for Sony Psygnosis, the Cartoon Network, and PlayFirst. Visit him online at www.andrewpmayer.com

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Power Under Pressure


By Andrew P. Mayer

Prometheus Books

Copyright © 2013 Andrew P. Mayer
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-61614-696-2


Chapter One

Spiritus Sanctus

Emilio Armando pushed back his hat and mopped the sweat from his brow. While his workshop was a perfect place to work in the winter months, the change of seasons had transformed his beloved space into a sweatbox. May had been relatively gentle, but now the last vestiges of spring were disappearing and the sun was rising earlier and higher day by day, beating down longer on the wooden and iron train car that contained his steam-powered machines. Without some modifications, he'd be completely unable to work in the studio by day, and would instead be relegated to spending only the nights inside.

Hidden and gathering dust in a nearby cupboard drawer were the extensive plans he had put together to allow him to regulate the temperature all year round—with the obvious exception of the infernal temperatures that often arrived in late July and August. Any day when the mercury topped the 100-degree mark, the heat would be impossible to escape from.

And the arrival of a steam engine and other materials that he had liberated from the Theater Mechanique after the tragedy only added to the problem, although the main boiler was being kept outside. It would ultimately power an array of vents and fans that might allow him to work in an environment where the bulk of his day wasn't spent wringing out his handkerchief. So far, that hadn't happened.

Ever since he'd first seen Vincent's workshop out in the garden behind the theater, Emilio had harbored a secret dream of converting his own workplace into one of equal grandeur. Of course, he would have never imagined that it would be possible for him to afford the equipment. But, it had turned out that owning a junkyard had allowed him to gather up almost all the valuable material from the condemned building as scrap. Even the cost of hauling it back on the ferry had been such that he had been forced to sell some of it to simply pay for the transport costs.

Still, he was now in possession of not only a massively powerful steam engine, but lathes and drills that he could once have only dreamed of. And yet all the new equipment had left his once-perfect little workshop a shambles, and getting it back together was a project in itself. Like the old tale of the Monkey's Paw, having all your dreams come true was turning out to be far more of a curse than a blessing. The fact that it had all arisen from the same tragedy that had disfigured his sister only made the irony sharper. There had been such a cost in blood—the price paid by both Vincent and his sister.

Emilio squinted and shook his head with a single violent nod as he tried to break the connection between these machines and Viola's scarred face. It had been weeks since the accident, but when he closed his eyes he could still see her the way that she had been when the wounds had been fresh: the huge gashes in her flesh, like a piece of meat from the butcher. But finding some good in the bad did not make him a monster.

Letting out a sound that landed perfectly between a grunt and a sigh, he sat himself back down at his workbench and picked up one of the metal rings he had machined the previous night. He dropped it down over a set of metal pins sticking up from the object strapped to the table in front of him. There was no mistaking that it had been designed as a long metal limb, and the metal collar had been put into position where a human might have a shoulder.

It was a tight fit, but he had been very precise with his measurements, and with the application of a little oil he managed to shuffle it back and forth until it set firmly in place against the armature. When he was sure it was fully down he gave the ring another turn, looking to find where the catch was supposed to lock into the ring, and instead it slipped free.

"Dammit!" he said, surprising even himself with his choice to say the word in English. Frustrated by his stupidity, Emilio tried to wrestle the metal into place. When that didn't work, he pulled his hands away and let out a grunt.

He let out another, and then a third, before he finally pounded the palm of his hand against his forehead.

After a moment he took a deep breath and tried again to seat the ring. Taking more care this time, he finally found the catch and locked it into place. Reaching and taking another ring, he placed a second circlet on the outside. It caught the flanged edge of the inner circle. The steel armature gave a satisfying creak as it all pulled into place, the thread biting deeper and deeper into the brass plate with every turn. When he was done, Emilio gave the interior elements a spin, making sure that they hadn't pulled everything together so tightly that it could no longer move freely. Once he was sure that it was working properly, he strapped the entire armature into a brace on the side of the table using a few lengths of leather and some iron eyelets that had been built just for that purpose.

He took a moment to dab away more of the sweat from his eyes. As he let them close, his mind's eye resolved the other indelible image from that evening: the cold look he had seen in Sarah's eyes when she had been helping him with her sister. She had done all the right things, but there was something in her that had seemed less concerned with the human carnage, and more focused on revenge.

It was only later that she had told him that she had just discovered her father had died as well. He had been aware of the ability of New Yorkers to stuff down their passions, but until he'd seen it for himself it had seemed impossible that someone could go through so much suffering and barely shed a tear. There was a great deal of rage under the calm exterior, and it would have to come out eventually. Perhaps that's what it took to be a hero, but if it was, he didn't like it at all.

Grabbing some wire from a spool, Emilio threaded the metal through a small eyelet that he had drilled into one of the exposed pins. He wound it a few more times and then gave it a hard tug to make sure that it wouldn't pull free, then snipped it with a pair of pliers. Next he threaded it through a brass knurl at the elbow, and finished it off at the brass bolt at the wrist. Once that was done, he started back up the limb, reversing the weave and wrapping it back around the post exactly five times. He finished it off by placing a metal cap over the pin and tapped it down gently with a wooden mallet. He gave the wire a tug, and then let it go. It responded with a single musical note.

"Hmm." Emilio stared at his handiwork for a few more seconds. "The best I can do," he said as he rolled his eyes. He pulled out more wire, winding it into place with exactly the same movements as the first.

He did this six more times until the main bolt had been completely surrounded by the taut wires that spread out through it. As he ran his fingers across the strings, they all let out the same note. He had been working the entire day, and now late into the night, but it had been worth the effort.

The idea to use wire as a replacement for muscle had come to him when someone had brought a load of the fine-quality metal string to him at the junkyard. The distinctive script of the word Steinway had been burned into the top and bottom of the wooden spools. His English might have been limited, but Emilio didn't need to know how to read English to recognize the famous name. The world-famous piano factory was in Queens—only a few miles away—and it wasn't hard to imagine that the load had been "liberated" from a truck just before it made its way into the factory. Emilio had purchased it from a fellow named Willy. The man had owed him a favor ever since he'd constructed a metal replacement for his missing left leg, and told him that he might be able to make something better if he could get his hands on some high-quality steel string. The man had been very excited about having an even better model made for him from his ill-gotten gains.

Emilio frowned at the thought. Life came with more compromises than he cared to admit. He looked down at the arm in front of him. He was creating something that he would be proud of, but the Automaton he had met at the theater had been a monster. While it had intended to save Sarah, the machine had been more than willing to crush any other creature of flesh and bone that got in its way.

For weeks afterwards the newspaper headlines were filled with lurid stories of sightings of the mechanical man popping up all over New York. "The Mad Machine" had been given the blame for everything from murder and witchcraft to rape and impregnation—as highly unlikely as the possibility of that might have seemed. And the Automaton's innocence was guaranteed: Tom's metal heart had sat inert in a box in the corner of the room since that day, the Alpha Element removed and held safely around Sarah's neck.

The other bit of nonsense that the newspapers seemed to be unable to stop discussing was the possibility that Tom might have also been responsible for the damage to the Hall of Paragons and Alexander Stanton's murder. It was a theory that the Paragons' new leader, King Jupiter, had only been too happy to support, giving the reporters long quotes of how the Paragons had bravely driven the creature off when it had tried to somehow bond with the very structure of the building. It was a lie that served Lord Eschaton very well.

All the lurid headlines and ridiculous stories had driven Sarah to the brink of madness, although lately it seemed that her grief had begun to subside. Perhaps there was some power in denial, but her wounded feelings seemed to have left behind the same kind of ragged scars on her soul that had appeared on his sister's face. Both of the women in his life were forever altered.

It also seemed that since the incident Sarah's passions for him had cooled as well. He knew that she had lost so much, but after the events in the theater he had been determined to be there for her in whatever capacity she had desired. But despite his honorable intentions, when it turned out that she wanted nothing more than a protector and friend, he had discovered he was disappointed. The truth was that he wanted to be more, and having her so close, and yet no longer willing even to touch him, was both perplexing and frustrating. In his place she seemed to have instead developed a taste for vermouth, and she was no longer interested in the kisses that had followed it the first time she had drunk it.

Emilio tightened the straps, pinning the arm even more firmly into its vise, and then picked up the spanner again. There had been a time, not so long ago, when his attention to his work would have been so absolute that he would have been unable to hear a hammer blow, let alone the quiet whimper from the back of the room that distracted his attention. But his legendary concentration—like so many other things, seemed to have been left behind in the shattered rubble of the Theater Mechanique. "You can come out, Viola. I know you're there."

There was a moment of silence, broken by a quiet swear in a woman's voice. "I know you know," she said angrily. As she came out from hiding, Viola avoided the lights that blazed down from ceiling. Her face was almost invisible behind the dark cloak of shadows and hair. "I don't care. I just want to watch you work."

Emilio turned and sighed. "I can't concentrate when you're in the room."

"Why not? You never had a problem before."

Even if she was no longer quite the hellion she had once been, Emilio knew her well enough to recognize that her deeper nature was unchanged: Viola had always been a woman of strong desire, it was simply that her wants were deeper and darker than they had ever been before, and the anger that had once been directed at the world had turned inward. He could tell that she wanted something, but he could just no longer discern what it was. "Because things aren't the same as they were before, Viola. You know that."

His sister crept out from the darkness, and the arc light above his workbench illuminated the ruin of her face. Her fiery curls were straight and mousy brown, dirty from lack of washing. She had always been a woman of contrasts; smiles had risen and fallen across her features like a storm, each grin or smirk as much a threat as a reaction. Now the disparities were no longer simply a reflection of her inner emotions, but a permanent mask.

Sarah's doctor was clearly a talented man—he had done the best he could under the circumstances. But even with the surgeon's fine handiwork, the scars had pulled her lip up into a permanent sneer. Emilio had wanted to pretend that there was no irony to it, but the truth of it was that the damage had gone straight down to the ugliest part of Viola's soul and forced her to wear it as her face.

She turned and stepped over to the frame where the completed portions of Tom's new body had been bolted together in anticipation of his return to life. Viola caressed the brass and steel. His legs were done, but the arms were not attached and the head was only half-finished. Emilio had almost finished one arm, and its mirror twin would be done much more quickly. The Automaton's new body would be ready in a matter of days.

He had never seen Tom's original frame up close, although Sarah had described it to Emilio as best she could. From what he had seen and studied of Darby's work, the professor's machines had always been dependable and solid—devices designed to be long-lasting and bulletproof. That kind of stolid, reliable craftsmanship was a trademark of the old man, and Emilio would have tried to emulate it if he thought he could, but he was far more fascinated by creating things of beauty than sacrificing it for reliability.

And with no blueprints to work from except for the words he had discovered etched into Tom's heart, Emilio had gone in a different direction—one that expressed his own sensibilities. Inspired by Tom's previous appearance in the orchestra pit, he had given the new body the shape of an instrument, with the inner workings exposed and the structure of his body riddled with rococo swirls that harkened back to the art of Emilio's ancestors in Italy. It was more of a framework than the whole of a man, a handsome skeleton on which Tom could, once he had returned to an animated existence, rebuild in any way he chose.

Viola looked through the empty hole in the front of his head. For an instant she began to frown, then winced from some pain the expression caused her twisted features. She dropped back to a neutral expression. "You haven't made him a face yet."

Emilio nodded. "Sarah wants a porcelain face, like the one he used to wear. I'm having Alfonso make it."

As Viola contemplated his answer she ran her hands up a series of thicker wires that rose up through a gimbal in Tom's neck, the twisted strings sprouting out like a fountain of metal through the center, each one strung into a separate slot around the circumference of his metal skull. The crown had been bolted into the head through the center, locking the wires into place.

Emilio considered asking his sister to stop fondling the Automaton's lifeless body, but decided he didn't need to hear the argument she would make defending her actions.

When she finally did speak Viola's tone of contempt punctuated the derision in her words, "Alfonso? That Venetian pig?" Ever since the incident there was no one who was spared her wrath, but those she had known and loved were always the fiercest targets of Viola's anger.

"He's a fine artist."

"He's a dog with paint-covered paws." She refused to look at Emilio while she talked to him, instead choosing to concentrate on the details of the new body that her brother was creating. "The only reason his art makes him any money is he hires the models with the biggest chests he can find."

Emilio wanted to point out that his sister had once been one of those models, and that any dog who could draw a decent picture of a woman with a good-sized bust would find plenty of people who would gladly pay to see it, no matter the shape of the hands that drew it. Instead he held his words. His sister's barbed tongue was sharper than it had ever been before, and he had no desire to be sliced apart by it yet again. "As you say, sister."

Her head tilted toward him, the anger clearly visible even in her half-formed expression. "I do say. Tell her to find someone else." She was also clearly eager to fight.

"Maybe you should tell Sarah that yourself."

"I will."

Emilio fought back an urge to laugh out loud. Sarah and his sister had hardly been on the best terms before the accident. Now neither woman seemed able to stand in the same room with the other for more than a few minutes without one of them doing or saying something that would send the other storming out the nearest door.

At least in Sarah's face he saw a dash of pity behind her anger. Although she seemed obsessed with determining how to battle the man who had murdered her father and Darby, she had some thought to the consequences of her actions. She still blamed herself for what had happened to Viola at the theater, and he hoped that Sarah had the good sense to see that revenge would only lead to greater sadness.

His sister, on the other hand, could not hide her almost-limitless contempt for everything she hated. Emilio supposed that to some degree she was of a mind with Sarah when it came to taking revenge on the Children of Eschaton, and their leader. But her anger was hardly limited to "justice" against him. Since the moment that Sarah Stanton girl had entered their life, it was his Voila who had paid the greatest price for their transgressions amongst the Paragons. He had tried to point out the risks she would take if she tried to involve herself even more deeply in the affairs of these gentlemen adventurers.

The Italian girl reached her hand through the empty face and began to pluck the wires inside Tom's head. The taut strings gave out a series of musical plinks. "We should give him a new face—something made of metal. Una fronte infrangibile."

(Continues...)



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Table of Contents

Contents

Chapter 1: Spiritus Sanctus....................9
Chapter 2: A Walk in the Park....................21
Chapter 3: In Gratitude....................29
Chapter 4: Under a Dark Cloud....................45
Chapter 5: The Body of a Man....................61
Chapter 6: The Transformation of Fear....................79
Chapter 7: The Heart Should Be Home....................95
Chapter 8: Manifesting the Unwanted....................105
Chapter 9: The Mechanics of Emotion....................123
Chapter 10: Up the River....................143
Chapter 11: Iron and Glass....................155
Chapter 12: Roundheels....................173
Chapter 13: Mistrials and Tribulations....................185
Chapter 14: All Turns to Ruin....................201
Chapter 15: A Final Judgment....................219
Chapter 16: Destiny, Delivered....................233
Chapter 17: The Impossibility of Flight....................243
Chapter 18: Steeling the Flesh....................251
Chapter 19: Brothers and Sisters....................263
Chapter 20: Declarations of Lust....................271
Chapter 21: Shaking the Foundations....................287
Chapter 22: A Confrontation of Opposites....................299
Chapter 23: No Joy in Revenge....................307
Chapter 24: Sibling Rivalry....................317
Chapter 25: Purification....................327
Chapter 26: The End of the World....................335
Chapter 27: A Short Evolution....................349
Chapter 28: For the People!....................353
Chapter 29: The Society of Smoke....................359
Chapter 30: A Message from Above....................363
Acknowledgments....................365
About the Author....................368
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  • Posted June 1, 2013

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    I really did enjoy this final installment of Mayer's "Socie

    I really did enjoy this final installment of Mayer's "Society of Steam" trilogy. But I didn't enjoy it as much as the previous installments.

    The negatives first: to me, this story felt far more disjointed than the previous editions. In part, I'm sure this is due to the expanded size of the cast and more points-of-view to be represented, but it feels like Mayer handled the transitions much smoother in HEARTS OF SMOKE AND STEAM. I noticed this disjointed feeling especially in the second half of the book, where we shift a great deal not just in point-of-view but also in time; cliffhangers from one chapter are not resolved in the next but rather several chapters later after long periods of character-time have passed. This is a classic comic-book device and I don't begrudge Mayer using it, but there were a couple of times where the timing of events doesn't seem to line up when you go back and track the characters through these mini-flashbacks. I also don't remember Mayer using the device quite so heavily in previous books.

    I also felt like there was a heavy reliance on the insanity of Lord Eschathon as a plot device. Again, a classic comic book trope, and Mayer usually plays with these tropes capably. And again the problem crops up only in the second half of the book: Eschathon's insanity feels too conveniently escalated for not-very-clearly-explained reasons in the context of the events of the story (unless I missed something other than the off-hand assumption that his earlier injuries and fortified smoke inhalation led directly to his growing insanity; if that was the only explanation, then I think I wanted a bit more detail from someone's POV as to why one led to the other). Again, I feel like Mayer made a stronger and more character-centric case for Eschaton's insanity in book two.

    Now, the positives: Sarah Stanton is still a wonderfully strong character. Yes, she's at a low-point at this point in the story, but she climbs back up very well once it becomes necessary. Just like Tony Stark's original battle with alcoholism in the comic books of the 80's, we needed to see Sarah at her lowest to clearly see her through to the woman we've known she could be. Nathaniel's journey throughout the book made me feel more positively towards him than I had in either of the previous books. Both the background revelations and character growth for Anubis were welcome and really well paced out for maximum effect. I would have welcomed a bit more background detail for Emilio and Viola (building on what we got in book two) but I was happier that we got to see character progression for both of them (and rather heart-breaking progression, at that). And what really impresses me is the attention to character arcs for the secondary characters. Jenny and Grusser in particular get some strong moments in the story, and several of the secondary villains, like Jack Knife and The White Knight, get almost as much detail provided as the main characters get. (Not that it makes The White Knight any more likeable, mind you, but at least it puts his behavior in some kind of context.)

    While this is my least favorite book in the trilogy, I can honestly say I'd follow Andrew Mayer back to this world in a heart-beat. Whether he chooses to move forward with the Society of Steam or move backward to tell earlier stories of The Society of Paragons (in particular, I'd love to see some adventures of Sir Dennis Darby and The Sleuth), I'll be along for the ride.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 12, 2013

    When I saw this book on the shelf, I loved the cover artwork rig

    When I saw this book on the shelf, I loved the cover artwork right away.
    I have started reading this series, and it's awesome!
    Definitely a must read!

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  • Posted February 8, 2013

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    Fantastic Steampunk series!

    The finale to the Society of Steam trilogy was outstanding! If you like steampunk, and superheroes, this, with the other two books, is for you! Recommend highly!

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