A message from Cyrus Darian about Asylum 2011

My esteemed and most patient scribe has informed me that she is to be a guest at the gathering of  most esteemed steampunk enthusiasts at the Asylum in Lincoln this September between the 9^th and the 11^th…

She will be introducing the accounts of my latest misadventures entitled Cyrus Darian and the Technomicron.

I shall endeavour to attend in person; such a gathering of like-minded adventurers and decorous lady explorers is not to be missed.

  Unfortunately, my presence will depend on Hardwick perfecting his Patented SafetyChronos Trancscender in time.

Forever your servant,

Cyrus Darian

Preview of Cyrus Darian and the Technomicron

One reader's view of Cyrus Darian's first adventure

This is an extremely good example of steampunk. An impressively imagined pseudo Victorian world of airships, clockwork men, brass goggles, steam hansoms, and deadly polluting gasworks. This is the type of steampunk that embraces the dark magical world of powerful ancient artefacts, ethereal creatures, and demonic conjuring. There are wonderful contrasts of location, from dreamlike emporiums to the bustling streets of London. Darian is perfect as the main character, with a mixed heritage, shifting ethics, and a wealth of skill and experience. The writing must be praised here, for it is luxuriously elegant, the rich descriptions conveying even the sense of smell

My Intriguing Steampunk World

Mayfair , 1874.

Greetings , Ladies, Gentlemen or otherwise.

My name is Cyrus Darian , I am not a gentleman. I am an alchemist, hedonist, adventurer, necromancer, philanderer and compulsive liar.  I have also been a murderer and utter cad and no doubt will continue to do so in the future.  My Persian heritage makes me an despised outsider in English high society despite my great wealth and that suits me well.
As does my advantage over normal men...I was bitten by a Succubus and survived the ordeal- unlike my adversary. But her venom entered my blood stream and changed me forever. My eyes are now swirling maelstroms of lilac and silver fire so I am forced to wear spectacles of dark tinted glass. I also have not aged since the incident. That I will not grow old as all around me age and die is of no great concern.
My world is different to yours. London in 1874 is a seething , overcrowded city choking on the toxic fumes of its industry. A fool dabbling in the occult has let loose minor demons from Hell to prey on the capital's hapless subjects, be they duke or doxie. 
I gather together many like-minded souls to join me in my mis-adventures. Some even survive.
My present team consists of Sir Miles Hardwick, impoverished artistocrat and inventor..a flawed genius.
I also have a shapeshifter, an American industrialist and his amazonian daughter.
The most important member of my team is Belial. Yes...the High Prince of Hell himself in weakened human form. He is uttterly devoted to me which gives my many enemies pause for thought.

I will continue to give insights into my world....I hope you will find them of some interest.
A fuller version will appear in the book about one of my escapades;
Cyrus Darian and the Technomocron
This will be published  in 2011 by Endaxi Press