Fine Young Turks - Galvanic Century Author:Michael Coorlim The Chronicles of a Gentlewoman series of steampunk thrillers tells the tale of Lady Aldora Fiske. Feeling the weight of society's expectations upon her shoulders, she travels the world seeking adventure, protecting the innocent and punishing the wicked. — Her loveless wedding of convenience approaching, gentlewoman Aldora is among the influent... more »ial Europeans to accept handsome nobleman Cemal Yavuzade Bey's invitation to show off the Young Turks' Ottoman Empire and its secularist reforms.
After she alone escapes the devious plot to kidnap the foreign guests for leverage against the Great Powers of Europe, she's confronted with an Empire where women are given all the rights and respect of men, and a handsome Turkish nobleman who treats her like an equal. Will Aldora give up her old life and start anew in the Ottoman Empire?
This 16,000 word novella is the third in the Chronicles of a Gentlewoman series of steampunk thrillers.
Excerpt:
Aldora's ruminations were interrupted when strong hands grabbed her from behind, heavy masculine arms wrapping around her torso, a solid forearm across her neck and one across her ribs. She was yanked back, off of her feet, only able to give the tiniest of yelps before the pressure at her throat cut the air from her lungs.
She struck back almost instinctively with her elbow, but her attacker was arched away, maintaining his grip while keeping himself out of range. She stamped back with the heel of her sandalled foot towards where she imagined his instep to be, but only managed to chip the bathhouse tiles.
Her vision began to grey out at the edges and the man pulled back on her neck again, almost bending her over backwards. She used that momentum to kick herself up and out of her sandals, feet scrabbling for purchase on the bathhouse wall, and launching herself into an almost vertical lift above her attacker. The sudden movement unbalanced him and sent him stumbling back into the cool water of the chamber's pool, letting go of the Englishwoman as he hit its surface.
Aldora pushed away from his body and turned to face the man who had grabbed her. He was a Turk; dressed in dark clothing, a curved dagger at his sash, floating motionless in the water. His head lay upon the edge of the pool where he'd fallen, his neck twisted at an unnatural angle where he'd landed on the edge. The assassin -- if assassin he was -- was dead.« less