Outlandish (A steampunk novel)

         My wife and I attended the Ren Fair this year and she fell in love with a few of the steampunk outfits. She got fitted for an outfit and looked so amazing we had to buy it. Afterward she was asking what was steampunk and I had only a little knowledge. Thus we began to explore this subculture and fell in love. For the first time as an author I wrote the ending to a story and with that came a hero I have been striving to create for many years. Hannon Farlay.

This is a possible ending to Outlandish, a Hannon Farlay steampunk story. (Excerpt)

The gunshot echoed throughout the bridge, striking the hero in the back. Looking down he saw his gold vest becoming stained with blood. Grabbing the wound he glanced at the controls of the ship and smiled. The deed was done. Slowly he turned to face his executioner with the same charismatic charm he had always displayed.

          “Fancy that,” he said placing his middle finger inside the gunshot wound to buy himself a few more moments of existence before meeting his maker. “There are always lunatics about.” He slowly leaned against the ships controls and slid down until he was comfortably sitting on the floor.

          “Dull would be a world without them.” Adrina said with a seductive smile, her eyes looked down at his attempts to prolong his life and shook her head. Hannon Farlay was many things, charming before a crowd, deadly before an enemy and seductive before a woman, even when facing death but he was not immortal. She holstered her gun and removed the long saber she had attached to her him.

          Stopping her seductive sway before him, she placed the tip of her saber at the nape of his neck and contemplated letting him live. She could easily save his life but savoring this moment was far too intoxicating. His final words were so clever, so poetic she could not pass up such an opportunity to display her own education.

          “For in this sleep, what dreams may come.” She said bringing the sword back