THE STEAMCHILD CHRONICLES PRESENTS: CHILDREN OF THE CLOCKWORK SKY
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  • Parts 14
  • Time 3h 23m
Ongoing, First published Sep 17, 2012
A rompous Young-Adult Steampunk tale of absurd gadgetry, adventure and daring deeds, with larger-than-life characters in a post-apocalyptic Victorian world.

Ella Marshall never saw the cities fall to ruin, nor the life torn from the once lush and vibrant land. However, what she saw now, probably wasn't much better; because hundreds of years after the terrible war, all that remained for her and the remnants of humanity, were the scarred and ravaged wastes.

For her, it was her passion for the rusted clockworks of steam and metal
left behind by a once industrious age of prosperity that consumed her every waking moment, that and the constant stories of mysterious cities coursing through the air, hinting to their existence, by raining debris upon the dying world in the form of discarded salvage.  

But little did she know, that amongst the Merciless Bandits, the
caravans of intrepid survivors and the greedy machinations of Imperialistic Royalists still clinging to old traditions, there exists the lingering clues of a discovery left behind by her missing father, one which she would fight to uncover, and bring to light the truth of not just her own future, but of all those struggling to survive upon the wastes.

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