The Story Behind the Veronica Bradwell House

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(The Veronica Bradwell House is an important location in The White Elephant of Panschin. Odessa Moon talks about the house’s design and how it takes advantage of Mars’ unique atmosphere.)

The White Elephant is located in Dome Two, formerly the most splendid and wealthy area of Panschin. It is not far from Dome Two’s small business district.

It is a graceful, elegant house whitewashed to a sparkling white. It is two stories high, with a rooftop terrace that extends across the entire roof. The rooftop terrace has a balustrade that is styled to look like a Mansard roof in pink and gray striped tile. This is as useless an ornamental element in Panschin as can be imagined as there is no weather under a dome. The balustrade is topped off with lacy wrought iron, very expensive, but also useful as it keeps people from climbing over the rooftop or falling off the terrace. The house actually has shutters, large gray ones trimmed out in a darker gray with pink edging, another completely useless touch and symbol of conspicuous consumption.

The house has a center with a wing on either side. The main, wide gravel pathway leads to a big set of double doors with sidelights opening into a grand hallway with a sweeping double staircase leading to the upstairs and a continuation of the staircase leading to the below ground levels. This part is slightly less grand but it serves to allow more natural light to flood both lower levels. This atrium is open to the dome far above, since there is no weather inside a dome. The open rooftop allows light to flood down inside the house. In the winter, when the dome gets colder because of the sub-zero temperatures outside, there are large covers that can be installed to close up the open rooftop.

As is common in Dome Two and throughout Panschin, all buildings have extensive sections below grade. The White Elephant, like most of the grand mansions in Dome Two, has two stories above ground (plus the terrace) and two more floors below ground, lit by narrow light shafts with windows into the rooms.

Belowground, the first subbasement is for mechanicals and other services, extra rooms for overflow, storage, etc. The second subbasement is for more storage plus servants’ rooms. The White Elephant doesn’t have staff anymore. You never put servant’s quarters aboveground in Panschin as the higher up you are, the better. The second subbasement contains the storage room that has the trapdoor leading to the tunnels still further below. This ties the White Elephant into a maze of underground tunnels. The trapdoor is always left closed since it’s a safety hazard.

Above ground, there is the central atrium with the grand double staircase sweeping up to the second floor and then up to the rooftop terrace. The rooftop terrace extends across the entire building. There is a large open skylight in the center of the two staircases, allowing daylight to flood the interior hallway and thus much of the two wings, as well as the central hallway below ground. The skylight covers the entire footprint of the entry hall, making this space an atrium.

There is a symmetrical wing on each side of the center unit, two stories high. The first floor contains on one side the grand, formal ballroom, taking up most of the wing. It is lined with big windows on all three sides, with transoms over the doorways leading into this space. This is the space used for parties and gallery showings. This space is decorated mainly with the paintings provided by the PanU Artists’ Collective.

On the other side is the dining room, kitchen, parlor, library, and music room. There is a bathroom tucked in there somewhere on each side. The library doesn’t have many books anymore. Wherever Neza and Veronica could, they removed and sold furnishings.

On the second floor, each wing contains six bedrooms with a bathroom on each side to be shared by the tenants of that side (considered very elegant and luxurious for Panschin when the house was built). On the side over the ballroom (the right side), the six bedrooms are fully furnished with solid, old fashioned, sadly out dated furniture, drapes, etc. A nice, although amateur landscape or other painting is hanging in each room. Shelby painted them while in high school.

The opposite wing also has six bedrooms. Three of them are completely empty, stripped of everything that could be sold. The other three bedrooms are occupied by Aunt Neza, Veronica and Shelby, and Florence and Lulu.

Aunt Neza gets a bedroom of her own because of her age, status as the lease holder, position in the family, and she snores.

Veronica and Shelby share a room, with two narrow beds, old dressers, etc. Florence and Lulu share a room as well, similar in most respects.

When Veronica and Dean were married, they moved into the White Elephant with auntie Neza as it was close and convenient to Panschin University. They shared a room in the other wing, now used for guests, because it gave them more privacy and they didn’t have to share a bathroom with Auntie Neza. Veronica and Dean spent much of their free time exploring Dome Two. After their divorce, Veronica moved to the other wing as it was more practical to use only one bathroom, and less lighting and cleaning was needed. When Shelby moved in, she shared with Veronica.

The rooftop terrace has some furniture but not much. There are a few potted limon trees but not nearly as much terrace gardening as you would expect because Veronica cannot afford to buy the pots or the topsoil.

At one end of the terrace, roped off, is Shelby’s studio. It consists of her easel, an old dresser to hold her supplies, and a chair. She paints here because of the odor of the paint and because the light is the best in the house (and free).

The White Elephant is keep whitewashed to increase the light reflected upon the surrounding area. The ceilings are all white as well, as are all the interior walls. Shelby stenciled decorative borders throughout the bedrooms. Each door has a transom for additional light and ventilation. All the exterior doors have transoms and sidelights.

The skylight in the atrium floods the stairwell all the way down to the second subfloor level with light. In addition, the hallways are lit with deck prisms. These are heavy faceted glass insets, set flush with the terrace roof but with the faceted side protruding from the ceiling in the hallway. This sheds additional light into the hallways, which would otherwise be very dark.

In addition, there are more deck prisms set into the hallway floors to bring some light to the first floor. There are even a few deck prisms set into the first floor’s floors to light the first underground level. There are several light shafts (long, narrow mirrored chases hidden within the walls) that bring light to the interior spaces in the first subfloor. They extend all the way down from the rooftop. Each light shaft is topped with a flush mounted, large deck prism.

The White Elephant is very well lit. Its construction took advantage of all the daylighting techniques so that free sunlight (what comes in through the glassteel dome) is utilized most effectively. It was and is wired for electricity. However, electric lights are expensive so Veronica and Neza tend to use rush lights, candles, and lanterns like much poorer people would.

If they aren’t hosting a function or guests, those expensive lights get turned off. Veronica and Professor Vitebskin routinely argue over the use of electricity for gallery showings. He’s of the opinion that she should provide (and pay for) electricity for the benefit of the art. She’s of the opinion that if he wants expensive electric lights, the PanU Artists’ Collective can well pay for them.

Lulu and Florence moved in because they wanted to live closer to nursing school at PCC. They pay part of their rent, as is standard in much of Panschin, with housekeeping. In every dome other than Dome Six, every single surface has to be regularly swept, mopped, or dusted clean of terraformers. This includes rugs and drapes as well as walls, windows, ceilings, and furniture. Floors stay relatively clean where people walk. Dome Six has electricity coursing through every building, keeping them, although not their furnishings, clean of terraformers.

A mansion like the White Elephant would normally have a staff of servants, including a cook and her minions, a housekeeper overseeing the house as a whole, a number of maids doing the heavy work, along with a man or two to do the outside gardening and upkeep. The entire staff was let go when Simon Bradwell’s embezzlement empire collapsed. Veronica, Shelby, Lulu, and Florence do all the work themselves, another reason to remove and sell furnishings since if they’re not there, they don’t have to be cleaned on a near-daily basis. Empty rooms can be swept down faster. The PanU Artists’ Collective provides free labor on a regular basis, allowing Veronica to keep the outside of the White Elephant clean of terraformers. Without them, she’d have a much harder time maintaining the exterior.

The White Elephant has its own tiny garden area wrapped around the house. The yard is enclosed by a low wall of dry-stacked granite. As with everything else, the granite wall has to be swept regularly. The garden consists of sunken beds, edged in more granite, and filled with real plants or terraformers. The beds are separated by white gravel paths that have to be raked on a regular basis to keep them from getting overgrown with terraformers. Every single bed has to be hand-watered because there is no rain inside a dome. There is some condensation, the amount of which varies with time of day, time of year, and exterior conditions. Condensation will keep terraformers alive, but not real plants.

The White Elephant stands out in the neighborhood because of its immaculate appearance. However, every mansion in Dome Two used to be kept at those high standards and could be reclaimed with plenty of work. Malcolm Cobb is correct: Dome Two is an ideal candidate for gentrification because as Panschin’s population grows, those people have to live somewhere. Panschin won’t be building a new dome (Dome Seven) for decades. In the meantime, Dome Two is underutilized and has plenty of space. If only they could do something to improve the ventilation, Dome Two would once again become the premier place to live in Panschin, just as it was when the dome was constructed.

All About Panschin

Here’s another article from Odessa Moon about her Steppes of Mars series. This time, she focuses on the free city of Panschin and Veronica Bradwell, the owner of the White Elephant.

When you’re done, why not read Odessa’s next book? For several months, chapters from “The White Elephant of Panschin” has been appearing weekly on both Wattpad and Archive of Our Own (AO3).

Panschin is a huge free city in the far north. It is not at the polar latitudes but getting really close up there.

It is far enough north that the horse lords (rulers of the Northern Ranching Tier or Ennaretee) no longer hold sway. In this area of Mars, everybody lives in tunnels and domes. It’s surrounded by the Northern Mining Region or Ennemar. Due to the climate and location, the Ennemar has many of the same living problems that Panschin does and many of the same work-arounds. Panschin is too far north and too cold for even the hardiest nomads to live outside year-round. There are outdoor areas and parks but they freeze over in the winter. They are summer-use only. This is still a long time since a Martian year is 668 Martian days long.

Agriculture and Mining

The neighboring demesnes are all tunnels and domes, underground mostly. They are dependent primarily on mining and growing whatever they can in the tunnels. Agriculture does take place outside as feasible. There is a lot of moss for reindeer so some herding takes place. It is too cold for horses unless they’re throughout the endless winter. Most livestock has to be sheltered over the winter.

A lot of the local agriculture on the northernmost demesnes is exclusively fodder for livestock. The northern mining demesnes such as Maerski use animal power wherever they can, unlike Panschin which has a lot of electrical overflow from the mines. People can eat yeast and algae but animals don’t do as well. Yeast and algae food stocks are still widely used close to the poles as those can be grown without much light or soil. This is also true close to the South Pole, particularly in Southernmost.

Panschin, by an accident of geology, is a free city located on top of extremely rich ores, all of them accessible.

Panschin is loaded with money and as a free city, it is wide open. The mines need a constant influx of healthy, desperate men to work them. There is a very high sex imbalance because of the mines and the imported labor to work them, say ten to one. This is much worse than any of the other regions on Mars, including the Ennaretee and the Essaretee, both of which regions tend to run to boys.

Women in Panschin

The widely told story, particularly outside of Panschin, is that it’s easy for a woman to make plenty of money, but she often does it on her back. This isn’t true. Decent women, of whom there are plenty, do live in Panschin; they’re careful about where they go. Some areas can be risky. It is not nearly as risky as most decent women (like Veronica Bradwell and family) believe, but it is dangerous enough that being wary is safer. Lurid stories in newspapers help foster this attitude. Lurid stories help sell newspapers, thus the slant on the news and on how Panschin is perceived outside the free city limits.

A woman screaming for help can be assured that some man (or several) will race to her rescue. What the rescuer expects in exchange for his service might have to be negotiated.

Transportation

Panschin supplies ores, raw and finished, of every kind to much of Mars. This production has fostered a burgeoning rail traffic both on the horizontal line leading out from the pole-to-pole corridor as well as the vertical line leading from Northernmost to Panschin all the way south to Nourz, at the equator. In fact, the Panschin railroad line extending from Northernmost, through the free city, and southwards is the third-busiest government corridor on Mars, after the pole-to-pole corridor running from Northernmost through Barsoom to Southernmost and then the Equator corridor running from Easternmost through Barsoom to Westernmost.

As with any city, Panschin has businesses, schools, churches, farms, etc. The difference in Panschin is they are all under the glassteel domes and tunnels. Due to the mining, there are a lot of tunnels in Panschin. Many tunnels have been repurposed so the city is laid out in three dimensions, above ground and below.

Power Generation

Power supply isn’t as much of an issue as it is elsewhere. The ores are so rich that Panschin runs its own nuclear power plant for electricity. The mines need light (non-explosive!), the refining operations need power, everything under glassteel needs constantly pumped air, and the overflow provides power to run a tram system (mostly to transport ore but there is public mass transit via the metro) and to pump water. The glassteel domes are electrified as is much of Dome Six (to keep them free of terraformers). Leftover electricity is available to the citizens for lighting, if they are willing to pay for it. Lots of people don’t.

Domes and Transport

The six domes are connected to each other via a complex web of tunnels on multiple levels, some of which have glassteel roofs or glassteel skylights. These tunnels are NOT living or working tunnels; they are transportation only and are referred to locally as transtubes. Transtubes can contain roadways for walking, skateboards or scooters, bicycles, rickshaws, sedan chairs, and palanquins. They may be lined with billboards and maintenance can be haphazard. Narrow transtubes for local use are only for pedestrian use. Larger transtubes contain underground trains, powered by electricity.

Every dome is connected to every other dome by at least one transtube line big enough to contain an underground train and a road large enough to allow motorized vehicles. Thus, Dome Six has five major transtubes leading from it to the other five domes, plus one more leading to the main Panschin train station, plus all the smaller lines.

The underground trains may be referred to as “metros” to distinguish them from having to walk. Mined ores and minerals are transported via their own electrically powered trams which may or may not run alongside the people moving transtubes. Transtubes can be crowded and noisy.

There are elevators but only in the tunnels and only for moving freight and people up and down in and out of the mining and housing tunnels. The Twelve Happiness Luxury Hotel has an elevator (the only one in Panschin!) and the hotel owners paid handsomely for it. Above-ground buildings use stairs, like the rest of the planet. Since much of Panschin is underground, it is perfectly possible to routinely climb multiple stairs a day, going from the roof deck (six floors up in the Twelve Happiness) to the sub-sub-sub-basement (four floors down in the Twelve Happiness). This makes for a fit population.

There are no animal-powered vehicles in Panschin. All transportation is human powered (rickshaws, sedan chairs, and palanquins) or metro cars in the transtubes.

Electricity use is closely monitored and there are often brownouts and rolling blackouts if the mines need the power. Next comes air supply, refining, then agriculture (food production), pumping water, and other uses. The mines get electricity for lighting but underground housing doesn’t necessarily get as much. Electricity is expensive.

Water is pumped up from aquifers. It does rain (and snow) in the Panschin area but because everything is under glassteel, the rain is captured and stored in cisterns and then pumped to where it needs to go. That is, if you have outdoor garden areas that are exposed to the sun, you still cannot rely on rainfall. The dome or the tunnel roof blocks all the rain.

So Veronica Bradwell, like everyone else, pays for her water, every single drop. She can’t catch rainwater to supplement what she needs and so she is rabidly conservative in her water usage. This is normal in Panschin. All her sinks and basins are lined with catch bowls and all that gray water is strained and reused to water the vegetable beds.

There is extensive agriculture in Panschin and the surrounding demesnes. The brief summer season (for Mars) allows for a wide range of cold weather, cold-hardy crops grown outdoors. Remember that Mars has much longer seasons than Olde Earthe so a growing season can be four or five months long, even as far north as Panschin. Anything grown outside has to be planted, grown, and harvested in the brief summer. Frost can always be an issue and comes in virtually any month during the summer. The winter is much too harsh to winter over anything, even with cold frames and hotkaps. Those extend the season but only by a month or two on each end.

Panschin and the surrounding quadrant still rely extensively on yeast and algae, along with mil-rats (military rations). Yeast and algae are grown in tanks, along with many varieties of edible mosses. Everybody eats them even if they don’t care for them very much. Yeast and algae are cheap and nutritious.

Veronica Bradwell grows a wide variety of food crops in the yard area she has, along with baskets at every window of the White Elephant. Veronica grows far more produce than she needs and trades or sells it to her neighbors for things she can’t grow.

Veronica is fortunate in that she knows how to do this (not everyone does), she has the time (not everyone does), and more importantly, she has the ground space and soil to grow in. The White Elephant came with several hundred square meters of land exposed to the sun through the dome. She has gradually built up her soil with compost, terraformers, Humanure, all the usual things. All of her beds are sunken to ensure that every drop of water goes into the bed and none is wasted where there are no plants. She rotates her beds, like any good Panschin farmer, by growing the terraforming algae and fungi, when she is not growing something edible. No green manure for Veronica or anyone in Panschin! The terraforming plants make soil, make oxygen and most importantly, they can manage on the ambient moisture in the air along with condensation so she doesn’t have to water them.

The terraforming algae, fungus, and lichens grow anywhere there is sunshine. They grow on rocks, on sand, everywhere. They do not grow in the mines unless there is a daylight shaft. Those shafts have to be cleaned regularly to prevent buildup that will eventually block the sunlight. This is another reason for Veronica to regularly whitewash the White Elephant. She has to sweep her white gravel paths regularly to keep the terraformers from taking over.

Crime in Panschin

Panschin has tons of money flowing through it. There is a lot of crime in Panschin, prostitution, drugs, pornography, etc. There are plenty of saloons for the miners to spend their paychecks. The dominant criminal syndicate is (loosely) allied with Blue Sun. But the local crime bosses tend to be very independent minded. They are a long way away from Barsoom and the controlling gangs. This can cause conflict with visitors as the local boys don’t care much what goes on in Barsoom or what Barsoom needs. The local gangs are more closely allied with the Panschin chamber of commerce than they realize: they both dislike and resent their supposed bosses and both groups know that their faraway bosses don’t understand what goes on in Panschin.

The four demesnes surrounding Panschin (Atto, Maerski, Davis, and Fuziwara) have a tumultuous relationship with the free city. The daimyos don’t enjoy as much control or influence over Panschin as they would like. The city government is irritatingly independent minded. The daimyos have to be subtle in how they wield their power. They need the free city to supply their own needs. They just wish they needed it less and had more control. The daimyos agree with the Panschin city council (one of their rare points of agreement) about two things: They would both like less crime and more responsible citizens. The four daimyos in the Panschin quad also agree with the chamber of commerce (and the local criminal elements) that Barsoom doesn’t understand them.

The horse lords to the south dislike everything about Panschin as the government corridors are always full of foot traffic heading to and returning from Panschin and that leads to bandits and other problems. They despise the concept of men huddling in tunnels instead of outside like real men.

Because of its size, Panschin also operates as a feeder city for Northernmost, the Icicle Works, the Nitrogen Factory, and the Magnetron. Some of what is mined in Panschin goes into running the terraforming processes.

Panschin is loud, noisy, overcrowded, and dirty. It is the largest free city on Mars outside of the equator zone. The city likes to boast that if you can’t find it in Panschin, you don’t need it.

The Professor Who Hated Kittens

Here’s a little background information on some of the characters in “The White Elephant of Panschin,” coming out later in 2019 from the Peschel Press.

In “The White Elephant of Panschin,” this particular image is the bête noire of Professor Vitebskin.

He doesn’t like them off the canvas, either. He finds them supercilious, stuffy, sneaky and sly. They don’t regard him with the awe that he deserves. Professor Vitebskin much prefers his fluffy little dog (Pomeranian type) who adores him as the wellspring of everything wonderful. Cinnamon is always immaculately groomed and her behavior towards her adored master is obsequious to a fault. Cinnamon, is his dearest companion and, unlike his three ex-wives, Professor Vitebskin would never cheat on his dog.

Cinnamon doesn’t like cats either, and chases them when given the opportunity. All the ex-wives owned a pet cat, as was common for their class and status. Cinnamon really enjoyed using cats as chew toys and Professor Vitebskin encouraged the activity, which didn’t endear himself to his exes.

So as art professor at the University of Panschin (a.k.a., PanU) Professor Vitebskin considers baskets of kittens in art as representing everything he thinks of as twee, low-class, clichéd, overdone, bourgeoisie, trite, and déclassé.

This image turned into his personal, most-hated-image-ever a few years prior to the events of The White Elephant of Panschin.

A student of his, Clyde Monez, did extremely well in his classes and was to the professor’s eyes, a true, devoted acolyte who said and did all the right things. The professor expected Monez to become a fine-art painter, supported by family money as he developed his reputation for avant-garde work. His accomplishments would burnish Professor Vitebskin’s reputation as the discoverer and nurturer of outstanding artists.

Buy Clyde Monez harbored a terrible secret; terrible, that is, if it ever got out that Clyde Monez thought everything he was learning at PanU was a crock of shit. He took the classes, and did the assignments, but he also worked hard on his own art, which he did not show to anyone in the fine art department. Clyde also secretly took classes at PCC (Panschin Community College) in the commercial art department where he learned to draw really well.

In short, he learned to draw what sold, and what sold were cute pictures.

Clyde graduated with a degree from prestigious PanU, but also a much less notable degree from PCC. He did not begin his career in fine art, made possible by large infusions of family money.

Instead, he began doing commercial illustrations, which he had been selling all along under an assumed name. One of his first commissions under his own name was a story illustration for the local home and lifestyles magazine, Panschin Today. Clyde got along well with the editors and eventually he showed them a series that he thought would sell plenty of magazines.

Panschin Today always provided a full-color illustration on the inside back cover as a piece of “art” to be collected, framed, and hung on the walls. They charged a bit extra for it because it was printed on the heavyweight slick paper just like the cover. This feature was very popular and all kinds of subjects were depicted: landscapes, animals, clowns, flowers, still-lifes, historical pictures, you name it.

Clyde showed them a series he had painted of baskets of kittens. These were incredibly cute, adorable kittens of every possible breed and color, sometimes wearing bows or little straw hats or playing with balls of yarn. This series oozed cuteness. Based on the reaction of everyone who saw them in the office, which were variations along the lines of “oh my Gods! They are soooooo cuuuuuute!”, the editor took a flier on Clyde, still relatively unknown.

To be honest, it the editor wasn’t taking a huge risk. Cat and kitten imagery were a regular good seller because cats were expensive, fashionable pets.

The first printing in the “kittens in a basket” series sold out immediately. The editor, visions of bonuses dancing in his head, ordered another printing. It sold out again. Fawning letters poured into the editors. Clyde signed a contract to produce a full year of kitten paintings. This was especially lucrative as Mars uses the Darian calendar which is 24 months long. Every one of those magazines sold out at once. When the edition was complete, Panschin Today released a full, reasonably priced set of the “kittens in baskets” pictures on quality paper and that also sold extremely well.

Within the year, Clyde Monez had already made far more money than any fine artist from PanU ever had. As a successful graduate, he was invited to speak at the PanU’s annual art exhibit and during his after-dinner speech, he told everyone there that he owed his career to Professor Vitebskin. He had learned that if Professor Vitebskin hated something because it was sentimental twaddle, then plenty of other people would adore the same set of pictures, particularly if they were skillfully drawn.

He finished his speech with the following statement:

“The only thing that sells better than cute animals is porn.”

Professor Vitebskin was terribly embarrassed and insisted that it was proof that most people didn’t know anything about art. He loathed the kitten pictures and loathed them even more when some of the “kittens in baskets” images turned up in the studio of the fine art department, pinned anonymously to the walls. Worst of all, he felt betrayed by Clyde Monez, a student he had mentored and instructed with all his heart and soul.

Ever since, he made a point of telling everyone that kittens in baskets are the most worthless images ever painted; a sign of zero taste and skill.

Shelby came home (the very first week of classes at PanU) fully indoctrinated about the horrors of kittens in baskets. She tore down her own copy she had saved up for (fluffy white kittens tangled up in blue yarn spilling out of a basket adorned with a fluffy pink bow) and vowed before Veronica, Neza, Florence, and Lulu that no kitten pictures would ever appear in the White Elephant. This was too good an opportunity to miss and ever since, Florence, Lulu, and Veronica have teased Shelby about kittens in baskets. Neza has been more tolerant. Florence also rescued Shelby’s kitten picture from the recycling bin, ironed it carefully, and now it hangs up in the room she shares with Lulu along with the other ones they have been able to find.

Shelby has never admitted it, but she was secretly glad that Florence rescued her kitten picture. When she is unhappy and nobody is around, she sneaks into their room to admire their kitten pictures. They’re so cheerful and happy and she wishes desperately they could afford a kitten of their own at the White Elephant. The Bradwells used to own a cat before they lost everything. The cat, a long-haired, pedigreed cream-colored beauty, got sold along with everything else of value. Shelby still misses Madame Fluff, as does Veronica. The “baskets of kittens” pictures are as close as Shelby will come to having Madame Fluff back or having any other cat as a pet.

Shelby did keep her own portrait of Madame Fluff in the room she shares with Veronica, since she painted it. She could claim she kept it because Veronica insisted. She also knew her sister would never run out of things to say if she got rid of the painting because of Professor Vitebskin.

What Shelby did not know was that her portfolio, submitted to PanU in the hopes of an art scholarship, was rejected because she had included several loving portraits of their cat, Madame Fluff. Professor Vitebskin blew a gasket when he saw the cat imagery and rejected her portfolio as soon as he saw the first cat picture.

Despite being indoctrinated in the horrors of kitten art, Shelby can’t stop herself from liking them. She also knows what the household needs. This is why when someone else smuggled in a calendar to the PanU art department that had a cat or kitten for every month – Vitebskin threw it into the recycling bin as soon as he spotted it pinned to the bulletin board – she brought it home. Shelby said it was to save money for the family and it was. She also brought the calendar home so she could legitimately see a kitten every day.

Incidentally, some of these kitten images were painted by Clyde Monez.

AO3, Wattpadd Hosts ‘White Elephant of Panschin’

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Join Odessa Moon in another exploration of a terraformed Mars, this time, chapter by chapter as she writes “The White Elephant of Panschin.”

Starting Sunday, March 17, I’ll post twice a week from both Wattpad and Archive of Our Own my novel, “The White Elephant of Panschin, a story set in the domed city of Panschin.

My terraformed Mars hosts a wide variety of environments and cultures. “The Bride From Dairapaska” took place on the steppes region and involved the horse-based tribes who rule it. This time, we visit Panschin, which lies far to the north in the Northern Mining Tier. This city of domes and tunnels is built on the backs of men who wrench its mineral riches from its soil. In Panschin, your future is determined based on your family’s background. If you want a different future, you have to fight for it.

You’ll meet Veronica Bradwell, a young woman struggling to overcome her past; her sister, Shelby, who is being punished for who she is; Malcolm Cobb, a man who wants more from life than being a tunnel-rat; and Airik, the daimyo of Shelleen. He has his own reasons for traveling to Panschin but none of them involve getting entangled in the fallout left behind by Simon Bradwell.

For those of you who’ve read ‘The Bride From Dairapaska’, you’ll remember Airik. You’ll get to learn more about him in ‘The White Elephant’.

“The White Elephant of Panschin” can be read as a stand-alone, but the experience (especially on Airik’s part) will be richer if you’ve read “The Bride From Dairapaska.” (Amazon link)

So, every Sunday and Wednesday, drop in at Wattpad or Ao3 and follow the adventures of Veronica, Shelby, Malcolm, and Airik. I look forward to seeing you there!