Agamemnon Frost sort of crept up on me, over time. A slow…inveigling. Which is just like him.
Writing a steampunk story set in Liverpool had been at the back of my mind, but I’d shied away from it for a long time. It crystallised when my son started to practice Jujitsu. And yes, there is a connection. Honest.
We were looking for Karate lessons for my 7 year old, but the times never suited, so we expanded the marital arts search and found Jujitsu lessons. Me being me, I googled its history as I knew little about it, and came across the strange fact that Jujitsu was very popular here in the nineteenth century. It was taught to Victorian gentlemen in the business district as self-protection against gangs of roughs who saw them as easy prey. The image of a well-dressed Victorian provincial gent taking on criminals with slick, fast kicks and punches lingered at the back of my mind. I didn’t know it yet, but I’d just met Agamemnon Frost.
Still, the idea of writing a SF historical/steampunk story scared me. The research needed would be vast. But…the world poured into Liverpool in the nineteenth century. I couldn’t ignore the wealth of history right outside my door. Literally. My street is built on land once owned by a copper and shipbuilding magnate. The mysterious death of one of his family started me off down the rabbit hole of research.
Forty reference books, a wall of OS maps and a scary amount of Scrivener research links later and I still needed more. Yes, I had the nebulous idea of secrets, of everything not being quite as it seemed, but I now needed characters to discover this hidden world. The quote, “A man is no hero to his valet” gave me the first true hint of my main characters.
I hunted for a reason to throw the two men into each other’s path. Enter huge machines that did the job of soldiers, setting men adrift and scrambling for any work they could find. And that necessity would be the only reason for a decorated soldier like Edgar Mason to consider working for an fashion-plate of a dandy such as Agamemnon Frost. Well, Mason likes to tell himself that. There may be other reasons.
But where had the technology behind the machines come from? Mars fascinated the Victorians, and as a nod to HG Wells, I really couldn’t resist! Not that Mars is the whole truth…
So sprinkle in my love of Sherlock Holmes, the mask of the Scarlet Pimpernel and a hefty dose of Martian threat and the Agamemnon Frost serial was born.
Kim Knox brews sex, magic, darkness and technology in a little corner of North West England. She writes erotic science fiction and fantasy romance for Carina Press, Entangled Publishing, Ellora’s Cave, Samhain Publishing, Cleis Press and others.
AGAMEMNON FROST AND THE HOUSE OF DEATH
Book one of Agamemnon Frost
Decorated artilleryman Edgar Mason was forced to find new work when the British Empire replaced its foot soldiers with monstrous machines. Now he waits on the Liverpool elite as a personal servant. He has just one rule: he won’t work for fashion-addled dandies.
Agamemnon Frost, however, is far from the foppish man-about-town he appears to be. He’s working to protect the Earth from an alien invasion being planned by a face-changing creature known as Pandarus. And on the night he plans to confront the aliens, he enlists Mason to assist him.
For a man to love a man is a serious crime in Victorian England. But when Mason meets Frost, his heart thunders and his blood catches fire. And when Pandarus drags the two men into the torture cellars beneath his house of death to brainwash them, Mason’s new passion may be all that stands between him and insanity.
The trilogy continues with Agamemnon Frost and the Hollow Ships.