Steemjammer: Through the Verltgaat
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Kopf
Head
Kwellgeest
Small humanoid, imp-like creatures native to Beverkenverlt; extremely
aggressive
Lafaard
Coward
Leef
Dear
Locomobile
Steam car (from English, not Dutch)
Loottel
Little
Loygenaar
Liar
Maanden
Months
Minuten
Minutes
Mit de Steemjammer
kinter
With the Steemjammer kids
Moderacium
A rare Beverkenverltish element that
cools Incendium when in contact with it
Moyder
Mother
Moyna zweenking wel
My turn now
Moyne
my
Nachtdoyvel
Nightmare (literally a "night devil")
Neef
Cousin
Neh
Eh (like ending a sentence in "right?" –
seeking confirmation)
Noftalekt Juice
A brand name for a Rasmussen made remedy
that cures most poisoning
Noo
Slang for a pneumatically sent message
Noyn
No
Noyrhine
New Rhine (river) – a river near New Amsterdam named after the Rhine, even though the Rhine doesn't go through
Amsterdam.
Oevergave
Surrender or I surrender
Onkel
Uncle
Ontdaan
Upset
Oo bent goot waar de rekent
You're good where it matters
Ost Frisia
East Frisia
Oudtante
Great Aunt or Old Aunt
Oyteraan
Of course
Oytsel het de deef de teed
Procrastination is the thief of time
Perkaz
Peace
Pofferjee
A cross between a donut and a pancake, dusted with powdered sugar or eaten with syrup
Politweezen
Police
Rasmussenfort
How the Rasmussens renamed Beverkenfort after conquering it
Raz
Short for Rasmussen or Rasmussens
Rootkoel
Red Cabbage
Schaaren
Snippers
Seconden
Seconds
Shadovecht
Shadow warrior. English speakers use Shadovecht for singular and plural.
Many Dutch speakers use Shadovechten for plural.
Shadoverks
Shadow Works, the main Rasmussen base where Shadovecht are made
Shlaapees
Sleepies, diminuative of sleep
Shoonmaaken
Cleansed, cured
Skirlberry
Scottish name for a Beverkenverltish berry with strange flavors and properties. Used in groat klonks.
Sleeb
A slur used to insult someone based on their lack of status or not fitting in; slang
Slemp
A hot sweet spiced beverage kind of like hot chocolate
Snert
Split pea soup
Snookendapp
A bitter Beverkenverltish fruit
Steeler spelunk
Den of thieves
Steem
Steam (can refer to gaseous water or a special quality valued by the Steemjammer family)
Steemball
Steam Ball, a game played with armored steemtraps that fight over a one ton
bronze ball in a large field
Steemgun
Cannon powered by steam; can also refer to a large rifle powered by steam
Steemlift
A steam-powered elevator
Steemspeel
Steam toy
Steemsuit
Steam powered personal armor. Steam comes from a hose to a boiler or an Incendium-powered backpack boiler.
Steemtraps
Armored fighting cars or vehicles used in battle and in the game Steemball
Steemvaapens
Steam weapons (cannons or catapults powered by steam; gunpowder is unreliable in Beverkenverlt)
Steemwagon
Steam truck or steam powered truck
Sterk
Strong
Stil
Hush
Tante
Aunt
De kat zonder
klawen
The cat without claws
Teggenminkel
Remedy
Ter naar de vlees
In the flesh
Thoos
Home
Torenspitz
Spire
Tracium
A rare Beverkenverltish element that allows for inter-dimensional travel
Uuren
Hours
Vaanderloos
Wanderlust, a condition where a person must constantly be on the move or feel trapped
Vader
Father
Vanoyt oo lippenstift voor de Groes Vevardinker ooren
From your lips to the Great Maker's ears
Vecht
Warrior or fighter
Verbeter
Correct
Verdoor
Oh no, gosh, darn (a basic exclamatory)
Verhoor ons toonen hen
Let's show them
Verltgaat
World hole
Verraader
Traitor
Verschreken
Abominations, monsters
Verschrikoolink
Awful, terrible
Vershneelen
Hurry
Vershpletter doot
Smash it
Vertroowen
Trust
Vervlookte grappenmaakers
Cursed pranksters
Vetganen
Penguins
Vleegbril
Goggles
Volkstaam
Clan or greater family
Voo
Who
Voor zeeker
For sure
Voormaaker
Sledgehammer
Vorden optgezet
Get stuffed
Waakzaam
Alert, watch out, hey
Wachten
Wait
Wafel
Waffle
Wankenzink
Insane
Wat gescheed
What happened
Watergoyzen
Refers to naval fighters and a battle early in the Eighty Years War on Old Earth
Weel
Wheel
Woedwassen
A name for a river
Ya
Yes
Ya ent noyn
Yes and no
Zeedaar
There
Zeeker
Certain or sure
Zen
vertroowen
Have faith
Zinkberry
A tasty berry native to Beverkenverlt
Zo
So
Zo voornam ent voonderbar zit Beverkenfort
So grand and wonderful is Beverkenfort
Zonderlink
Freaky, weird
Zoolk steem
Such steam (a high compliment meaning someone had "such steam" to do something amazing)
Zwakzenink
Imbecile
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Born in Houston, Texas, John Eubank graduated from Rice University and embarked on a writing career in Los Angeles. He’s sold a number of original screenplays, has been hired to write or revise other projects, and has worked in television. An avid member of the maker movement, he regularly participates in conventions where he demonstrates and tries to advance the maker cause. He advocates for families
struggling with autism and has written a book with his autistic son, Thomas Stopped Talking, which discusses what it was like recovering speech and figuring out a way for a child with autism to learn to thrive in a neurotypical world without compromising his identity (soon to be published). John lives with his wife, daughters, and son in the Los Angeles area.
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excerpt from chapter 2 of Steemjammer: the deeper truth
A tall man with a bulbous nose and bright blue, slightly bugged-out eyes shook the iron bars of his cage. Deetricus Steemjammer, Will’s onkel (uncle), had been hit on the head, kidnapped, and locked in the back of a dark, damp cave. He wasn’t sure how long it had been, because he couldn’t see any daylight, but it felt like a week.
Even worse, he hadn’t been left any food. He thought he’d heard someone enter the cave, but now he wondered if his mind was playing tricks on him. Hunger was beginning to weaken him in body and spirit. Then, he heard footsteps.
“When I get out of here,” he managed to shout, “I’m going to make you wish you’d never been born!”
The twin of Will’s father, Deet had been born twenty minutes after Henry. They were identical except for a few details. Deet wasn’t quite as tall, and though it didn’t have Angelica or Klazee’s strength, his sandy hair went in all directions. He kept it short, so it resembled the haircut known on earth as a flat-top.
“Hoy!” he shouted. “You hear me, verraader?” Traitor. “Even with me locked up, you’re still too much the lafaard to show yourself!” Coward.
He was so angry with himself. How could he have let that craven, weak-minded fool, Marteenus, catch him? Caged like an animal - it was humiliating. At least there was a tiny spring in the back, where he could get cold, clean water to drink.
He had no idea how much time had passed but guessed it was Monday afternoon@@. The handful of nuts he’d had in his pocket had gone quickly, and though he’d managed to catch and eat a few bugs, it wasn’t enough.
Was Marteenus really there in the dark cave, he wondered, or was his famished mind playing tricks on him? Then, the little man appeared, carrying a lamp and waving a basket of food. He wore a bright green coat with long tails and had kinky, red hair that swirled over his head and shot out about a foot to the left.
Deet scowled. Though a first cousin, Marteenus Steemjammer Skelthorpe had betrayed the family and gone over to the Rasmussen side. Eleven years ago he’d stolen a verltgaat machines and opened a world hole in the middle of Beverkenfort, the family’s main base, allowing the Raz to come through and conquer it.
“Cousin Deetricus,” Marteenus said disdainfully, “I’d hoped to find you in a more cooperative mood. Your brother, by the way, seems happy to let you die.”
“As is proper,” Deet growled. “I deserve worse for letting myself get captured by a zwakzenink like you!” Imbecile.
Marteenus laughed off the insult. “It doesn’t have to end so grimly for you. Help me access the verltgaat machine, and I’ll set you free. I only want to go home.”
Deet’s reply was so full of Dutch cursing that Marteenus, in spite of himself, winced.
“Apparently not,” he said. “You’re looking thin.”
“Vorden optgezet.” Get stuffed.
“Oh, I will, thank you.” Marteenus took a huge bite of bread, smacking as he chewed. “Mm, delicious!”
“May you choke on it!” Deet growled. “I’m not lifting a finger for you.”
“No matter. I’ll get what I want in the end. Beverkenhaas seems to be empty. Surprised? I think your brother and his family may have had a little mishap. The smoke coming out the top threw me for a bit, but then I remembered automatic wood feeders.
“That won’t last forever, and when the smoke stops, I’ll be sure no one’s there. Then, I’ll just walk right in, and my eleven-year nightmare ends. The world hole machine will be mine!”
He smiled, but Deetricus remained stone-faced.
“Really?” Marteenus goaded. “You have nothing to say to that?”
“Goot,” Deet huffed.
“Good?”
“Go on in. I don’t care. At least I never have to see your rat-spleen of a face again!”
Marteenus pretended to be hurt, finding the man’s forced bravado amusing, and then grinned snidely.
“You want me to go in, don’t you?” he said. “Thank you, Deet. You’ve betrayed yourself. I take this to mean the place is trapped. I’ll have to be doubly careful.”
Deet grunted, but privately, he felt better. He didn’t know of any traps except for a pit, which wasn’t really going to stop anyone. Henry’d been too scared of harming the children to properly secure Beverkenhaas.
At least, Deet thought, the fear might delay the wicked little man. Marteenus would waste time searching for traps that weren’t there, and maybe Henry would catch him. He wondered what his wife was thinking, also his daughter, nephew and niece. Were they all right?
“My brother terrifies you,” Deet challenged. “You can’t hide it.”
“Yes,” Marteenus said, “I admit it freely. I barely escaped your father in the battle. Now Henry’s De Groes Steem Maester.” The Great Steam Master. “I don’t ever want to face him.”
“When the smoke stops, know that he allowed it. He’ll be waiting for you.”
Marteenus felt a chill run the length of his back. The mere thought of Hendrelmus charging from the shadows set him quivering.
His terror reminded him of something: a little item he’d stolen from a house and hidden away for the day he might actually develop the nerve to use it. He opened a chest and began rummaging.
“I’ve learned something interesting,” Marteenus said, regaining confidence. “You know that peculiar quirk we carry, how any of us born in Beverkneverlt can’t use electric gadgets?”
He held up a lantern battery for Deet to see. There was a blackened hole in the top from an old explosion.
“That hurt,” Marteenus continued, rubbing a small white scar on his forehead. “Anyway, my fascinating discovery is that the limitation we have here with electricity doesn’t extend to booskroyt.” Gunpowder.
He lifted an object out of the chest and held it for Deet to see. Made of chrome-plated steel, the six-shot pistol gleamed ominously in the dim lamp light.
“In our world, it would just fizzle,” Marteenus said, “but here, it works quite well.”
He aimed it at his cousin and pulled the trigger. Deet winced, but there only came a sharp click. The hammer had fallen on an empty chamber. Marteenus cackled at his cruel joke while he opened the cylinder and loaded it with six bullets.
“Think I’m bluffing?” he said.
BAM! He shot into the back of the cave, and the bullet pinged harmlessly off the rock wall. Aiming the smoking barrel at Deet’s chest, he cocked the hammer.
“I really ought to,” he said menacingly.
His finger closed on the trigger, but he merely lowered the hammer and put the pistol in his pocket.
“No, this is for dear Cousin Henry,” Marteenus sneered. “I wasn’t sure if I could do it earlier - really shoot him. Now I know I can.”
Deet shook the locked cage door in frustration.
“No one will find you,” Marteenus said, grinning nastily. “This cave’s on a mountaintop accessible only by airship. Years from now, some mountaineer will stumble upon your bones.
“They’ll wonder what happened, how someone could have left another human being to slowly starve to death. And they’ll remain ignorant. I’ll be in Be’verlt, enjoying my reward. Good bye, Deetricus Steem-failure.”
Marteenus strolled out of the cave, whistling a jaunty tune. When his back was turned to him, Deet took an object from his pocket and threw it with all his might.
It was an egg-sized rock he’d managed to loosen from the spring that morning. If he killed Marteenus and then starved to death in the cage, he didn’t care. At least the little monster would be dead, too.
The rock hit Marteenus squarel
y on the back of the head with a sickening thud. The little man fell onto the floor of the cave, but he got up, dazed and angry. Gingerly touching the back of his head, a red smear stained his fingertips.
“That’s all you got?” he sneered. “See? Your so-called goot steem’s drained away and gone. Your time is over, all of you. Think about that while you die.”
Books by John Eubank
Fiction:
Steemjammer Series:
Steemjammer Vol. 1 Through the Verltgaat
Steemjammer Vol. 2 The Deeper Truth
The series books are best read in listed order for continuity.
Non-fiction:
Thomas Stopped Talking, A Case Study in Autism
Soon to be published in hopes that it will help people with autism and those who love and care for them, particularly those helping children with autism.
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