Blood dripped down Shafaqat's side. He'd wedged himself between the coal bin and the airship wall but wasn't safe.

An assassin was on the Tender Blessings.

The war, his past, who knew why? It didn't really matter.

What mattered was stopping the assassin and saving the ship before they crashed into the ocean with their cargo of war supplies.

If Shafaqat's old body could hold up long enough.

And if he was strong enough to do what was needed.

The Blade Was Not Brass is a dark steampunk story of war, regrets and overcoming despite all odds that is sure to haunt you long after you put it down.