<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Gincrack on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/gincrack/</link><description>Recent content in Gincrack on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 30 May 2026 20:13:47 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/gincrack/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Lady Sally Blackrook, Victorian Adventuress</title><link>/stories/2022/03/18/lady-sally-blackrook-victorian-adventuress/</link><pubDate>Fri, 18 Mar 2022 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2022/03/18/lady-sally-blackrook-victorian-adventuress/</guid><description>&lt;h3 id="tormenting-technology"&gt;Tormenting Technology!&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Lady Sally Blackrook looked down at the sabre tip, pressing firmly against the front of her bodice. It had been a short fight and from the beginning she knew that her chances of killing or incapacitating the five armed men were low if not virtually non-existent despite her prowess with a blade. Still, several of the men nursed wounds to their arms and faces, her own blade coloured with their blood.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Check Up</title><link>/stories/2017/05/07/the-check-up/</link><pubDate>Sun, 07 May 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/05/07/the-check-up/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Suzzanne pulled into the parking space and stopped the car, she checked the clock, it was 5, 40 pm, five minutes before her appointment. As always Suzzanne had left booking her dental check up until the last minute and she had been pleased when the receptionist said she had the last appointment of the afternoon left. She would have her check up and then home and finish that bottle of wine!&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Adventures of Agent Suzzanne Midsummer</title><link>/stories/2017/05/04/the-adventures-of-agent-suzzanne-midsummer/</link><pubDate>Thu, 04 May 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/05/04/the-adventures-of-agent-suzzanne-midsummer/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(I’d like to acknowledge the great work by Trent Wolf in his “Domino” stories for the inspiration to pen this style of story and to the “House of Gord” for ideas of some of the predicaments that befall Suzzanne)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Adventures of Agent Suzzanne Midsummer&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;(The perils and torments of a sexy female Spy)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHAPTER 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She heard a soft click and then something cold and hard pressed against the base of her skull, and a cold voice she spoke close to her ear “Hello Agent Midsummer, we’ve been expecting you”. She shifted her weight and the gun barrel pressed harder, “Ah Ah, no sudden moves, keep very still”&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Lady Sally Blackrook: En Pointe!</title><link>/stories/2016/09/02/lady-sally-blackrook-en-pointe/</link><pubDate>Fri, 02 Sep 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2016/09/02/lady-sally-blackrook-en-pointe/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="ladysallyblackrook.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lady Sally Blackrook&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lady Sally Blackrook, Victorian Adventuress&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;By Gincrack&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;a href="mailto:sigfortunata@gmail.com"&gt;sigfortunata@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lady Blackrook&amp;hellip; en pointe!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The Forests of the Carpathian Mountains&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Urging his horses on the coach driver steered the carriage through the stygian darkness of the forest. There was still snow on the ground and the gibbous moon shining from a cold cloudless sky helped the driver to find his way, the light from the carriage lanterns being pale and ineffectual.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Lady Sally Blackrook</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/lady-sally-blackrook/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/lady-sally-blackrook/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lady Sally Blackrook, Victorian Adventuress&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;By Gincrack&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;a href="mailto:sigfortunata@gmail.com"&gt;sigfortunata@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tormenting Technology!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Lady Sally Blackrook looked down at the sabre tip pressing firmly against the front of her bodice. It had been a short fight and from the beginning she knew that her chances of killing or incapacitating the five armed men were low if not virtually non-existent despite her prowess with a blade. Still several of the men nursed wounds to their arms and faces, her own blade coloured with their blood.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>