ProsperityeBook - 2014
In which the reader is introduced to our hero, Piccadilly-Concerning his birth, parentage (or lack thereof), history, education (or lack thereof), charms, endowments, and virtues (or lack thereof)-Of the skymining town of Prosperity and our hero's arrival therein-Descriptions of a game of cards and sundry persons of variable character and importance-The lamentable actions of an ungentlemanly gentleman-Some notes on the workings of skyhooks. I ain't never been one for truth-telling, and all that shite about what your father was called, and where you was squeezed yowling out your mother-but this 'ere tale ain't your everyday moonshine. See, it begins with a town called Prosperity. It don't really matter how I came to be there, cos back in them days, everybody was going. Way I heard it, the rush started cos of this one cull who got himself an airship and took to the skies over Gaslight. He went up there with pockets full of sweet fuck-all, and came down again with enough phlogiston to light up England for a year. Made him flusher than that Greek bugger what I read about. And that's when folks started buying up the sky, turning nowhere places like Prosperity into somewhere places. Leastways for the sorta folk who didn't have nowt to stay put for, or had sommat to run from. And them as rather'd go clutching at dreams than turn their forepaws to honest graft. When I first rolled into town, there weren't much in the ol' brain box except turning the usual tricks and running the usual rigs. Cos me being Gaslight gutterborn, I ain't precisely grained for the straight and narrow. 'Twasn't long afore I got settled inches Few days after making slip, I had five fat culls-meaning them as possessing more money than sense-chasing their own tails in hopeless pursuit of Judith in the game of three-card monte I was running from the street corner. It didn't make me no new friends, but I did get together enough chink for grub, and somewhere to kip that weren't the ground or some stranger's bed. Though I ain't never stood in opposition to snuggling up with strangers. Course, I'd also heard tattle of deep play at Albright's Saloon, and I had the buy-in right there. I was hot for it, having always had sommat of an itch in my palms for the dealing of cards and, most particularly, for the winning at 'em by means both fair and foul. Truth is, I like stealing more than I like having, and I like cheating more than I like playing. I know it ain't honourable, but way I smoke it, any nick-ninny flat can get what he deserves, so the real trick is getting what you don't. And since by rights I should've probably been croaked in a gutter down in Gaslight or mouldering at the bottom of the Spire-which is where they put pilferers, bobtails, and tradesmen of fortune when they can catch 'em-I reckon whatever I can sharply lay paws on is as close to mine as makes no difference. Though mebbe this is why I got more talent for getting than keeping. And mebbe why I found myself in Prosperity to start with.
Publisher: [United States] :, Riptide Publishing :, 2014.
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