Available Winter 2018
Chapter 1 (partial) Pada
“It’s just not a good idea, Amborlaine,” the Tinker didn’t even raise his head. He was too busy trying to fit the last piece. Besides this conversation took place so frequent the old man could have the argument alone.
“Pada, you say the same every time,” I hoped now that I was older, my father would agree to the idea.
“You’re a Tinker, and this is Tinker Town, you should get used...” The old Gnome wasn’t able to finish his sentence. A gear flew off and ricochet against the rear wall, then a spring fired off and hit the ceiling. A cable came loose and flailed its way direct at me. I managed to back away from the stinging menace tipping the chair backwards and landing on my rump.
“Pada, I think...” A second cable whipped at my face.
The old Gnome dove under a table, “Get down! Girl”
A third cable came loose and made its try at me. The machine had a life of its own and it was hell-bent on causing as much damage as possible before the pressure of the steam let loose. The Gnome under-the-table had tried to reign in the building pressure; one knob came off in his hand, every try failed. I reached under the table and bear hugged the old Gnome to the point he could not catch his breath.
“This is going to hurt!” and out the small window I went with the Gnome still clutched to my bosom.
Both I and my passenger had the wind knocked out of us but we had escaped the maniacal machine. While we were still on the wet leafy ground, smoke began pouring from every knothole of the workshop, thrashing and crashing noises came from inside, there was a loud clang, a belch of steam, and then silence.
“Well,” the old Gnome chuckled, “That went well.”
“Pada, your specs are broken,” pointing to the goggles on the Gnomes head.
“Ah, Ill fix’em later,” the Gnome stood brushing the leaves off his pants, “Let’s eat, getting attacked by a gadget makes me hungry.”
That’s my Pada. Tanlen Green Tinker, Son of Salpos, Heir to the Green Tinker Clan. That’s the way you’re supposed to introduce him. My adopted father. To me he was Pada, in the common tongue means Father. Tanlen is the man that adopted and raised me. Its been over twenty years now.
Oh, I knew I was adopted. There was no way to keep that a secret. It became clear to me early that I wasn’t a Gnome. I didn’t have a large bulbous nose, or white hair and I outgrew my father when I was about five years old. Though in all other senses I was Gnomish. I ate the same food, played the same games, went to the same school and most important of all I learned the same skills. The skills of being a Tinker.