Back at the end of December I finished a steampunk vampire story (I know, I know, I didn't think it was possible either) set in South America - the home of the original vampire. Bat, that is. Called, eventually "The Honor of the Ferrocarril." Currently sitting in the editor's Inbox at an indie press. Started with the impossible-to-ignore sentence from hell:
"As the train pulled out of La Paz (station, added later) the man standing beside Concepcion Gonzaga in the corridor made her an offer that took her breath away."
Turned out he was offering her immortality if she wd. let his "little bat" share her stateroom that night. Which shd. be a dead giveaway to anyone seeing the target antho's title, Vampire Steampunk Tales. But I, at that point, had no idea who Concepcion Gonzaga was, whether trains ran to La Paz, or even where La Paz might be.
|Challape Bridge on the Central Line|
|The Cacray Zigzag also Central Line|
|Infiernillo Bridge, also on the Central Line|
A natural playground for the long-term geek.
The vamp was almost as interesting. Also in the mix was Colca Canyon, a place the railway still does actually cross at some unspecified height; though the canyon itself is bruited as the deepest in the world, at 9K feet, and it was pretty remarkable too. All in all, the research for the story was almost as good as writing the story. But somehow, given that the railways are slowly shutting down in favor of bus services, and the number of political upsets in Peru's list of presidents, NOT a place I'm likely to go myself . . .
|The Colca Canyon, from some unspecified height|