r/Tartaria • u/Extension-Year-503 • 20d ago

Worlds Fairs Reset Cycle Book series

https://a.co/d/2eCBnbJ

So I’ve been fascinated by Tartaria and I completed a book series about Tartaria ive been working on for about a year. I wrote it from the perspective of someone trying to prevent the reset from happening. My fourth book is going to dive deeper into Tartaria and Tartarian lore. It’s a unique genre not a lot of people have interest in the truth.

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u/ezhammer 20d ago

Awesome, purchased!!

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u/Scary_Spinach_1539 20d ago

Give us an excerpt :)

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u/Extension-Year-503 20d ago

The White City looked like something that could never be built again. From the balcony outside Machinery Hall, Elias Morton saw the whole basin lit up like it had caught fire from the inside. Towers of glass and steel rose above perfect walkways. Electric light spilled down the facades, tracing cornices and columns with a halo so clean it made the air feel sharper. Every window glowed. Every arch had been scrubbed to a perfect white. The fair looked less like it had been built and more like it had been revealed. Elias was not a tourist. He was a machinist by trade hands like iron hooks; shirt sleeves rolled above forearms corded with cable-thick muscle. He had come for one reason, and it was not the steam engines or the phonographs or the ice machines. There was a rumor. Something here was not on the tour maps. Not officially. Not for the public. But the right kind of questions, asked in the right corners, got you whispers about a machine no one would admit existed. Some said it was an electrical experiment from the East Pavilion. Others said it was a foreign curiosity hidden for “sensitive study.” Elias had no interest in gossip. But his sister’s old journal said otherwise.