Fu Manchu meets Dances with Wolves in a futuristic retelling of history’s William Walker and the 19th century filibuster crisis. The Crimson Glacier f

About

The Author

Harold Anderson is the author of three novels, a literary fiction, an historical fiction, and a cli-fi. His first novel is called Searching For Che and is about a woman obsessed with Che Guevara. She visits all of the places he lived and gets into trouble with a cult. His next novel, The Flies of a Summer, is a work of historical fiction about the civil wars of Central America in the early eighties. This last work is his first foray into sci-fi.
All of his book projects combined a passion for storytelling with hands-on experience in publishing, marketing, and creative adaptation. His work reflects an interest in bringing history to life through engaging characters, compelling narratives, and imaginative interpretations of the past.

Chapter I

T he world is stunned at the mutiny and most likely death of the Hanseatic League’s revered and enigmatic founder. Trent Caleb’s reign is over. Was this tragedy inevitable? Whispers from inside the ranks paint a picture of an isolated commander whose repeated miscalculations and inability to inspire left the unit on the verge of collapse. Mutiny had been on the minds of the rank and file long before the first shots of the battle for Wellilumaat were fired.

Situated on the northeastern coast, the town of Wellilumaat lies on a particularly rocky and hilly stretch of Greenland. The chemical plant overlooks the town and the mines that feed it to the north. On clear days, you can see the shores of Canada across the ocean. The miners in that area specialize in titanium, hard workers. They’re used to fighting filibusterers all while mining at the same time. This time was no different. This toughness and resolve would carry them through the siege of the town and the chemical warfare of the drood army. The tiny town of Wellilumaat still stands.

Martha put down the tablet. She wondered how much of this was fake news. The Perfidious Albion printed so much Greenland propaganda lately, all of it pro KGC / anti-Hanseatic League. Owned by several Tories in the upper house, Martha suspected they were Knights of the Golden Circle as well. Agreeing with their worldview, Martha’s mom loved forwarding their choicest hate-filled clickbait. Martha didn’t care much about politics but when it came to Greenland she could spot their propaganda a mile away. This had to be fake.

 

“At General Caleb’s insistence, we waited in camps to the north and south of town, waiting for clear weather and calm water,” my source, who requested anonymity, recalled. “Under cover of darkness, we fired our flares to signal our arrival—and then we waited. That was when the rumblings started.”

 

For nearly three days, Caleb’s soldiers waited for orders that never seemed to come.

“At General Caleb’s insistence, we waited in camps to the north and south of town, waiting for clear weather and calm water,” my source, who requested anonymity, recalled. “Under cover of darkness, we fired our flares to signal our arrival—and then we waited. That was when the rumblings started.”

The plan, according to sources familiar with the operation, was nothing short of audacious. Caleb, an American who had reportedly become enamored with the tactics of the Civil War, wanted to approach the KGC-controlled town in the manner of General Ulysses S. Grant at Shiloh: under cover of darkness, by water, and with the element of surprise.

 

But there was one problem Caleb apparently failed to account for—the water.

 

The currents along that stretch of coast were notoriously treacherous. Worse still, the operation was taking place in February, with temperatures plunging well below zero. What was conceived as a stealthy nighttime maneuver was rapidly becoming a battle against the sea itself.

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