The Steam Mole [NOOK Book]

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This new steampunk adventure is a race around the world.

Tim Barnabas is a submariner from the Cuttlefish, a coal fired submarine. Clara Calland is the daughter of a scientist who carries a secret formula that threatens British Imperial power. After a daring chase across the globe, they have brought the secret to Westralia. Here, much of Australia is simply too hot to be habitable by day. People are nocturnal, living underground and working ...
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Overview

This new steampunk adventure is a race around the world.

Tim Barnabas is a submariner from the Cuttlefish, a coal fired submarine. Clara Calland is the daughter of a scientist who carries a secret formula that threatens British Imperial power. After a daring chase across the globe, they have brought the secret to Westralia. Here, much of Australia is simply too hot to be habitable by day. People are nocturnal, living underground and working outside at night. To cross the deserts they use burrowing machines know as "steam moles." With the Cuttlefish out of action, her crew takes jobs on these submarine-like craft.

Duke Malcolm, of the Imperial Security Service, transports Clara's rebel-father to a prison in Eastern Australia, hoping to bait her into attempting a rescue. Clara looks to Tim for help, only to find he has fled a racist incident into the desert. She takes a steam mole in search of him. The two head to Eastern Australia, where they discover an invading force with plans to take Westralia. Forced to survive in the desert, they encounter the intolerance meted out to the aboriginal people. Can they save Westralia from falling under British rule? And should they?"


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"Set in a sharply imagined alternate world." -Kirkus Reviews

"Delightful… Set in an Australia where it is too hot to go outside during the day, The Steam Mole is something of a love-letter to Freer's adopted country and a whacking good tale."-Otherwhere Gazette

"Dave Freer always delivers compelling, fast-moving, and addictive fantasy adventures. Write more, Dave." -Garth Nix, New York Times-bestselling author of the Abhorsen trilogy and the Keys to the Kingdom series

"David Freer is an imaginative author who tells great stories." -Rebecca Moesta, New York Times-bestselling coauthor of Star Wars: Young Jedi Knights"

Kirkus Reviews
In 1953, on an alternate Earth still powered by steam, high-level political intrigue and racism in the Outback threaten Clara Calland and her family. Clara and her scientist mother fled Duke Malcolm, brother to the king of the British-German Empire, with the secret to manufacturing ammonia. His men chased them to the wild desert of Westralia, the one place the Empire didn't care to own. Their steam-sub Cuttlefish needs repairs, and that will cost her crew money. While they hire themselves out to various railroad companies, Clara and her mother try to convince the Westralian government to purchase their secret...but Clara's mother falls ill. Clara seeks the help of her beau, Tim, of the Cuttlefish's crew, in deciding what to do about her mother and perhaps finding her father in jail in Eastern Australia. Duke Malcolm has plans for the secret of ammonia synthesis and the rich mines of Westralia; Clara and her family are in his sights. Adult author Freer's second for a younger audience is set in a sharply imagined alternate world, but readers will need to either be familiar with the first or read the extensive backmatter to keep their heads above the desert sands. Action sags in the middle as the various characters, split by circumstance, reconnect. Diverting, if not riveting fare for fans. (Steampunk. 11-15)
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781616146931
  • Publisher: Prometheus Books
  • Publication date: 12/11/2012
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Sales rank: 513,038
  • Age range: 12 - 15 Years
  • File size: 768 KB

Meet the Author

Dave Freer is an ichthyologist turned author. He lives on Flinders Island, between Australia and Tasmania, with his wife, Barbara; four dogs; four cats; and two sons, Paddy and James. His first book, The Forlorn, came out in 1999. He has coauthored novels with Eric Flint and with Mercedes Lackey, as well as written A Mankind Witch and Dragons Ring and various shorter works. Besides working as a fisheries scientist for the Western Cape shark fishery, he has worked as a commercial diver and as a relief chef at several luxury game lodges. His other interests are rock climbing, diving, fly-fishing, fly tying, wine tasting, and the smoking and salting of food. Visit him online at coalfiredcuttlefish.wordpress.com, at www.facebook.com/Freer.Dave, and on Twitter @davefreersf.


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The Steam Mole


By Dave Freer

Prometheus Books

Copyright © 2012 Dave Freer
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-61614-693-1


Chapter One

"Fire one!" bellowed the controller, dropping his hand to signal the order.

Tim Barnabas pushed his long brass igniter into the hole. He was rewarded by a hiss, a blast of heat, and a deep, stuttering rumble as the vast digging drill head began to turn. The drill heads flashed in the acetylene light of their lanterns in the smoky tunnel.

"Fire two!" called the controller, timing it. The next drill-man inserted his igniter. The rumble grew deeper, the stutter less pronounced. By the time they got to "Fire five," the drill head was a blur and the rumble had become a grumbling roar. The digging head spun so fast, it, and the rotating drill heads on it, were a silver blur, ready to start cutting the red earth, clay, and shale ahead of the vast steam mole. Despite the heat, Tim pulled the leather earmuffs down over his ears, and his scarf over his mouth, and joined the mole-men heading back for the hatch. The air in the tunnel would be unbreathable soon. Already it was full of dust and smoke.

It was a world away from the coal-fired submarine that had brought him to Australia, but, in some ways, very alike. The crew of the steam mole also had to live in a narrow tube, with no real view out. Only they were underground, tunneling, not underwater.

The physical similarity was about where it ended, however. Tim had loved being a submariner. He was hating being a mole-man.

He was part of a crew, but it wasn't his crew, and he wasn't fitting in. His crew were scattered, and Tim missed them badly—nearly as badly as he missed Clara. He got a rough shove forward from the foreman. "Get to your station, boong. You blackfellers are all the same, dreaming all the time."

* * *

Clara Calland wasn't sure when the dream of reaching safety in the rebel Republic of Westralia—the part of Australia abandoned by the British when the Melt made it into a desert—had turned into something of a nightmare. It wasn't a real nightmare, more like one of those half-feverish dreams entirely too real to tell from life, where every time she woke she slipped back into the same dream. The Cuttlefish had limped into Ceduna under the cover of Westralian rockets. For a brief few hours, life had been pretty good—they'd been home free. From thinking they'd be trapped underwater, with the submarine cracking open like a dropped pumpkin under the water pressure, or, if they did manage to surface, being machine-gunned in the water, to the Westralian cheers as they came in to the quayside.

And then it started getting complicated, as if it hadn't been bad enough before.

Respectful and very complicated: The two hadn't been natural partners in Clara's mind. Nasty and complicated, yes, but she hadn't expected a mix of polite and terrible.

She'd known that reaching Westralia meant the end of her life on the submarine. It meant that she and Tim would probably go their separate ways ... at least for a time. But she'd started to believe, somehow, that nothing could beat them, that it would only be a matter of time before they could be together.

Right now that seemed too much. Australia was too different—different from the warm wet of Ireland since the Melt, different from the flooded streets and musky damp tunnels of London, and different from the closed-in world of the submarine. Mostly it was the dryness. The air itself had dried up here, as had her supply of friends and people she could turn to for help.

The officers of the Republic of Westralia had taken her and her mother to a lovely bungalow guesthouse. It had broad verandahs and looked out onto Murat Bay over the sand rampart defenses for the huge water desalination plant, smoking away inland of it, and the city of Ceduna, huddled behind the wall.

Mr. Darlington, the big, bluff-faced official from the Westralian government, with his muttonchop sideburns and suntanned face, had smiled at her as they'd been introduced. "Pleased to meet you, Clara. Welcome to Westralia. You look to be about the same age as my daughter Linda. I was just about to pass on an invitation to dinner—erm, you'll find our hours here rather odd. We sleep during the heat, and get up once it starts to cool down. Most people in Ceduna would consider this the middle of the night." He waved a hand at the sash window and the blue of the sky and the sunlit sparkle of the bay. "But I was wondering, as it'll be a rather crusty affair tonight, with nothing much for a young lady, whether you would like to come and take tea with Linda and milady wife. I'm sorry, Dr. Calland, m'wife won't be home with them all of the time tonight, but they're not children that need constant overseeing, eh?" He straightened out the neatly embroidered antimacassar on the back of the Morris chair next to which he stood. "My wife chairs the local Westralian Women's Association, and they have their annual general meeting tonight. She can't miss it! But she will only be away for a couple of hours while we're out—this dinner is unlikely to finish much before one in the morning. I could have my driver come pick the two of you up, bring you to our home, introduce you to my daughter, and then take us on to our dinner at the Clarion. Professor Henderson and a number of other scientists and several industrial people will be there."

Clara had been a bit wary of being parted from her mother in this strange environment. But she didn't want to sound like a baby. Her mother smiled encouragingly at her. "Thank you very much," Clara said in her best St. Margaret's Girl accent. "That would be lovely."

And oddly enough, it had been lovely. Linda proved to be the sort of person Clara had always thought she might like to have as a friend, had all the girls at St. Margaret's not been so set on ignoring someone whose father was in jail, and worse, whose mother was divorced. After a first polite, but slightly uneasy exchange, Linda said something about her stepmother being home soon.

After an awkward moment Clara said, "I'm sorry. Did ... did your mother die long ago?"

"She's not dead. Just divorced." The way Linda said it struck a chord in Clara. "She's living in Sydney. She didn't like Roxby. Honestly, I sometimes think I should say she is dead."

Without thinking about it Clara had reached out and squeezed Linda's hand, which startled the primly dressed young lady. "I know. I used to get the same back in Ireland. My ... my parents divorced, too." That this was a paper divorce, designed to protect her, was not something she needed to mention just then.

Linda blinked. "It's like that ... back in England, too? I heard in America nobody cares."

"Well, I'm Irish." It was odd to say that with pride. "But people treated me as if I had lice because of it. It used to make me so mad. It wasn't my fault."

And that was enough to seal the friendship. Within ten minutes Clara had heard a great deal about Linda's mother, stepmother, the other girls in the new school in Ceduna, and life in Westralia, and was soon subjected to an inquisition about her own life.

"Oh, I would love to have been on a submarine! You've had such adventures. All I ever do that's fun is ride. I have my own horse."

Clara had left out a few adventures that she'd rather not talk about yet. "It was fun. I miss it."

"And all those young men ... My stepmother won't let me alone with one."

Clara blushed. Linda noticed, read it at least partly right, and looked warily around as if scared someone would notice. "A boyfriend?" she asked in a hushed tone. "Don't tell step-mama, but I've got a beau, too, now. But ... well, he's a bit older. He keeps asking me to sneak out to meet him, but there's not many places you can go in Ceduna. And I'm not going to Murat beach with him ..."

The door opened. "So do tell me more about the food on the submarine," said Linda as a plump lady with curls and a kindly smile came into the drawing room. Clara stood and was introduced to Mrs. Darlington. They'd talked, eaten a meal the locals called "tea," and drank tea, which was also called "tea," and then ... the bell on the telephone-instrument on the wall jangled.

And things started getting far more complicated.

Her mother had been whisked to the hospital, having fallen ill during dinner. Fortunately one of the leading physicians of Westralia had been there. He suspected some kind of tropical mosquito-borne disease. She was in quarantine ... Dr. Leaming would come and examine Clara shortly. Could she spend the night here rather than go back to the guest house? No, she couldn't see her mother.

The next day Clara had at least got to speak to her mother. It hadn't been comforting. Mother had barely known who she was talking to let alone making any sense. And apparently she'd come out in a rash and was running a temperature. Dr. Leaming came to check Clara once again for any signs of either. Apparently the submarine crew had been checked too.

The Westralians, particularly Linda's stepmother—she wasn't at all the kind of wicked stepmother from the fairy stories, but rather one who tried too hard—had been very kind.

Kind, but not understanding. "Oh, we can't let you go back to the submarine crew, my dear. Not without your mother. It ... it wouldn't be decent. No, you must stay with us, mustn't she Linda?"

Linda agreed with her stepmother immediately.

And thus the days had dragged on ... and then things got worse.

Far worse. In an attempt to distract her, Linda and her stepmother had taken her shopping that day ... in the pale pre-dawn when Ceduna got most of its work done.

And she'd got the message.

A message from a spy, and a rendezvous she couldn't make.

* * * Linda Darlington was annoyed at being used as a babysitter, this evening of all evenings. With the certainty that her stepmother was going to be out of the house for hours and that her father was going to be at this dinner at the Clarion, she'd been very daring. Nicky would visit her at home. And now ... well, Father had said she must try and be nice to this foreigner. His idea of "someone your own age" was anything from newborn to about ten. She was, she had to admit, a little curious about life somewhere—anywhere—beyond Westralia. Or Ceduna. "Deadunda," as Nicky called it. He was a clerk on one of the rail companies, and she'd met him quite by accident at Strunkenwight's Lending Library. He'd turned around and bumped her pile of books out of her hands and apologized and picked them up for her. And then, well, he was there every Thursday when they went to change books. He was much older, and quite a catch because of it. Most of the girls at her school weren't allowed beaus. She might not be allowed one either, but she simply hadn't mentioned it.

It took Linda a few seconds to realize that this time at least, her father had been right. It had to happen if only by accident sometimes. Clara was only very slightly younger, and made up for it with a certain degree of assurance. And she didn't set her rules by Ceduna schoolgirls.

Linda had been quite looking forward to having made friends first with someone who, compared to everyone else, knew the world, who understood that your parents having gotten divorced wasn't a disease ... and had the kind of confidence that the girls at school who ran everything seemed to have.

And then Clara's mother ended up in hospital.

And then something else happened—something Clara wasn't talking about. It was probably her boyfriend.

* * * Tim Barnabas had had quite high expectations of Westralia, mostly thanks to Cookie, the submarine's Westralian cook. Cookie was a good 'un, kind to a hungry young submariner, full of jokes, and decent to work for. Tim didn't mind being up to the elbows in greasy water or any other dirty job. They had to be done, and Cookie did them, too.

Cookie never made Tim feel that he didn't think of him as quite human. That had happened in Westralia, quite a lot, and it was worse working on the steam mole. It seemed the overseer really didn't like "Abos" on his machine, and did his best to make their lives so miserable they left, even though it was hard to get anyone to work on the drilling machines.

Tim staggered along toward the boiler under the weight of the two steam-biscuits he carried to the furnace.

"Get a move on boong-boy!" shouted Shift-captain Vister, swinging his fist against Tim's ear.

"Ouch!" Tim ducked a second blow. "You don't have to hit me. I'm doing my best."

"If you don't like it, you can get out. Go back to your own kind. We don't want you here, anyway."

Tim didn't have his own kind to go to. Not here, out in the middle of the Australian desert. Besides, he wasn't from Australia at all. His "kind" were the submarine crew, and most of them came from Under-London. Tim's father had once come from Jamaica, long ago, before the Melt. "I wish I could," muttered Tim as he swayed down the rattling gap to the conveyor, clanking the steambiscuits—compressed coal shaped into ovoid perforated slabs—into place in the fire-dropper.

"Aw, next time we stop, take off into the desert. It's home for the likes of you. Hot as hell out there, which is why you beggars are all burned black," said the foreman, who was nearly as bad as the shift-captain, only stupider.

As all of them were covered in coal dust, Tim wondered just how he could say that, but arguing only made them worse. The recruiter back in Ceduna hadn't prepared Tim for this. He'd come to the submarine the day after the Cuttlefish had been pulled into the dry dock and Clara had vanished into the Westralian city. He'd come the day after Captain Malkis called them all together to give them the difficult news.

The coal-fired submarine had made it all the way to Westralia with a very precious cargo: a cargo the British Empire had gone to huge lengths to try to capture or destroy. They'd failed, and Captain Malkis and the Cuttlefish and her crew had successfully brought Dr. Mary Calland and the secret of ammonia synthesis to safety. It was something that the Liberty, the government that ran Under-London, and had built her submarines, would have backed them in doing.

But right now ... the ship was broken. They'd had to leave her valuable cargo of nitrates in their drogues on Flinders Island. And though the people from the government of the Republic of Westralia had been glad to welcome the scientist, they weren't paying the Cuttlefish for bringing her to them.

"As you know, gentlemen," said the captain, "we do have small reserves of gold for paying for expenses. Normally our ventures are profitable, but this time ... we have no cargo to sell. And the damage to our good ship is extensive, and it will cost us a great deal to repair her. It's also going to take three to four months. So it will be that long before the boat can leave, and then that'll only be for a local trip, to Flinders Island to pick up our cargo."

He looked around at the crew and went on, "The Liberty will of course be good for your wages, but in the short term we're going to have trouble paying you. Actually, we would find it impossible to afford food for the crew, and you wouldn't be able to live on the submarine while she's being repaired and refitted. Food is very pricey in Westralia, and accommodation is just not easy to find."

He took a deep breath. "You have been a great crew, and I would hate to lose you. But ... we have another problem."

There was a long silence. Tim couldn't imagine life now without the Cuttlefish and her crew. They'd all been through too much together.

"Nothing that we can't solve, sir," said Lieutenant Ambrose stoutly. "My fiancée says the Westralians are yelling out for labor of any kind in their mines and factories. And they pay well. They have to. Most of the mines provide bunkhouses and food, too. We could do three months and then come back to the boat."

"Too right we could," said Cookie with a grin. "And yer's will all get to see me country a bit. I reckon after a bit of time in the Gibson Mines or the like yous'll be glad to be back to me cooking. It's easy to find jobs. There's blokes recruiting all the time. If yer give me shore leave, captain, I'll try to get someone decent and honest to talk to the lads."

Tim had been rather looking forward to the experience then. The recruiter painted a glowing picture, too: free food, bunk-space, and a short contract. And for those crew members the captain had especially commended, jobs in the toughest and best paid service in Westralia: the steam moles.

"They're like land submarines," said the recruiter. "You'd be at home in one, young man. And your captain has given you a glowing testimonial. Good experience for you."

"What's a steam mole?" asked Tim.

The recruiter grinned. "Something like a cross between a tunneling machine on rails and a termite."

The joke fell flat to a boy from the tunnels of a drowned London. "What's a termite?"

"My word! You really don't know?"

(Continues...)



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  • Posted February 21, 2013

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    Dave Freer's Cuttlefish laid the perfect foundation to Clara and

    Dave Freer's Cuttlefish laid the perfect foundation to Clara and Tim's story, from their blooming friendship to their dangerous adventure. After many days dodging Duke Malcolm's army, Clara and the other residents of the Cuttlefish have finally made it to the Republic of Westralia. Their journey begins anew in The Steam Mole as they adapt to life on land and all the trials that follow.

    What I love about Cuttlefish and The Steam Mole is how consistent Freer remains with the steampunk and science-fiction elements. Clara is no longer confined to an illegal, coal powered submarine, but Freer easily introduces another intricate, and quite important, machine: the steam mole. The steam mole is a central part of the novel that intrigued me because it took the biggest scenes of adventure underground. It's like exploring a whole new world with the same suspenseful aura and complex storyline.

    Freer extends our view of Clara's world. With her mother's sudden illness, and the fragile hope that her father is imprisoned nearby, the story's plots and subplots diverge. New characters are thrown into the growing pile of perspectives like Lampy, the young aboriginal with a dark past and bright future. Lampy reminded me of Tim because of their similar backgrounds and temperaments; both know how to survive in the most unlikeliest situations and both are the victims of prejudice based on the color of their skin. This aspect brings a certain cultural awareness that is highly overlooked in young adult literature. That it's found in a steampunk, sci-fi novel is even more of a draw.

    While I did enjoy The Steam Mole and it's perfectly pieced together conclusion, I have to say that it wasn't quite the sequel to Cuttlefish that I'd been expecting. By the end of the story I got the impression that the characters were settling in their new lives, not gearing up for a possible future adventure. When the subplots finally converged and the wrongs set right, the outcome felt as though forced. Freer made it too easy and not as nerve-wrecking as the explosive conclusion of Cuttlefish. I really love Clara and Tim, their ability to tough it out is awesome, I'm hoping to find their story continue in another novel. Hopefully, one with just as much action and alternate history!

    *Book provided via publisher in exchange for an honest review*

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  • Posted December 23, 2012

    Must Read

    Steam punk may be a new thing, but Dave Freer writers it with the strength and confidence many writers don't pick up until their fifth or sixth in a world.

    This is the second in this series and it is far from "just a sequel". The characters grow more, the world gets filled in at more and more levels, and the plot is firing at a white hot level.

    Steam Mole takes us off the Cuttlefish into the sands of the Australia desert. Old friends Clara and Tim are at the fore, but half a dozen new characters join the cavalcade.

    Excellent bit of work, and a stunning follow up to Cuttlefish.

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