The Embassy on Prohibition Moon
A Jazz Age Space Opera

About this book:

The jazz is contraband. The gin is smuggled through Saturn's rings. And the Treaty of Vesta? It's written in blood, not ink.

Welcome to Prohibition Moon—Sector 9-B—where the Grand Embassy rises like a chrome tomb over a crater full of secrets. First Secretary Silas Vance arrives with a saxophone case, a disgraced record, and orders to sign the quarterly renewal without asking questions. But the Embassy's violet-lit spires hide a machine that runs on more than diplomacy. Its gears turn to a three-four rhythm that vibrates through the bedrock. Its archives list predecessors crossed out in red ink. And the only person who'll talk straight is Maeve, a silver-lamé enigma who serves warnings with her cigarettes: *Watch the clock.*

In a world where Art Deco decadence masks industrial horror, where flappers dance in low gravity beside alien delegates, and the fine print of a fifty-year treaty demands a sacrifice every midnight, Silas has one night to learn the music before the Embassy claims its next note. *The Embassy on Prohibition Moon* is a Jazz Age space opera where the brass is hot, the stakes are lethal, and the only way out is to play the tune they never wrote down.