The Aether of Broken Sundials

Nicely done. The prose doesn't distract you with flourishes; instead it grounds the reader in Ada's tactile world. The opening is a solid set piece — 'the cyclical exhale of pistons' is how you open a genre piece. The iron fortress raid bangs when it needs to, and the baron is a credible threat with a clear ideology: centralization of the Hearth. That idea lifts the conflict above simple theft into a debate about stewardship. There are vivid character beats: Maud's clock that refuses to chime, Remy's barter with a cog, the father’s carved name under the bench. Ada's compass is a neat sleuthing tool, and the author resists over-explaining the tech. I wanted slightly more on how the Heartstone works — some mechanics are left delightfully vague, which works for mood but might frustrate hard-SF readers. Still, recommended for fans who want a human-scale adventure in a richly layered city.

A charming, character-forward steampunk adventure. What stood out most was the atmosphere: the slow breathing of the city in the opening paragraph, the chorus of pistons and chimneys, is written so well it became a character in its own right. Ada winding the pocket escapement beneath the glass dome — that small, steady rhythm — contrasted beautifully with the sprawling political threat of the Hearthstone being stolen. The brass aether compass is an excellent plot device; it feels original without being gimmicky, and it suits Ada's clocksmith instincts. I also appreciated the small domestic moments (Maud asking Ada to mend the baker's clock; Remy's cog-for-story trade) which grounded the bigger plot. There's a genuine tenderness to Ada's relationship with her father's memory — the carved name under the bench is a lovely touch. If you're into atmospheric worldbuilding, likable protagonists, and a plot that balances action and heart, give this a read.

I finished this in one long evening and walked away grinning. The Aether of Broken Sundials is exactly the sort of steampunk romance with machinery that I crave: Ada's workshop felt tactile — I could almost smell the lemon wax and oil when she wound the chronometer and found her father's carved name under the bench. The clockwork raven, Tink, is a delightful companion and a clever way to show Ada's resourcefulness. I loved the sense of city-as-organism, the way the Hearth's pulse threads through the avenues and even the baker's oven felt linked to the main plot. The iron fortress boarding sequence had real momentum (that scene where the barges scissor the clouds gave me chills), and the confrontation with the baron had stakes beyond a simple villain-monologue — it asks who gets to care for a city. Writing is crisp without being showy, and Ada's stubborn courage feels earned. Hope there's a sequel — I want to see how the city learns to breathe on its own.

I wanted to love this but came away frustrated. The premise is promising — a city powered by a crystalline Heartstone, a clocksmith heroine, political stakes — yet the plot unfolds in ways I found predictable. Ada's discovery moments (like the carved name under the bench and the compass leading her to clues) are sentimental but telegraphed; I guessed the baron's motives early on and the confrontation felt inevitable rather than earned. Pacing was another issue. The middle third drags with repeated investigative beats that don't escalate tension; there are memorable scenes (the bakery clock, Tink's antics) but they don't always push the story forward. Also, some logistical questions about how the Hearthstone's power distribution actually works are left vague — for a world that prides itself on mechanisms, that felt like a missed opportunity. Still, the writing is pleasant and Ada is sympathetic. With tighter plotting this could be great.

I adored the little sparks of humanity throughout this tale. Ada's morning ritual — finding the shallow groove with her thumb like a prayer — made me tear up. The author does a fine job of making the mechanical feel intimate. Tink the clockwork raven is adorable and never feels twee; its interactions with Ada (that tiny wing-flutter in the iron fortress!) brought a lot of warmth to tense scenes. The showdown with the baron felt cathartic: the idea of one person trying to centralize 'the city's breath' is a timely metaphor. My only nitpick is that a couple of mid-level patent-hall scenes felt a touch rushed, but the pacing picked up again during the boarding sequence. Overall, a heartfelt, well-paced read that leans into the best parts of steampunk — invention, social layers, and human repair.

Right off the bat: gorgeous worldbuilding. The layered city, the spires with gull-shaped barges, even the small tradespeople felt lived-in. The author nails sensory detail — from burnt sugar to the metallic tang — and that makes Ada's world immediately believable. The brass aether compass is a cool artifact; its use during the iron fortress infiltration felt clever and fitting. However, while I enjoyed the journey, some elements flirted with familiar territory: the orphaned/legacy-driven protagonist, the stolen heartstone MacGuffin, the baron as centralizing villain. None of these are dealbreakers — execution is what matters, and mostly this hits the mark. If you want clean prose, solid characters, and a city you can get lost in, this delivers.

This one landed with more warmth than I expected. The city-as-breath motif was executed beautifully — I loved the image of the Hearth's glow threading through glass conduits. Ada herself is stubborn in the most convincing way: she repairs things because she believes in tending, not for glory. That small scene where she winds the chronometer and watches its insistence under glass was quietly powerful. I also appreciated the social tapestry: Lower Docks' grime vs. patent halls' polish, the baker asking favors, the baron's polished menace. The only thing that lagged for me was the middle act; the investigation around who stole the Hearthstone felt schematic at moments. But the final push — boarding the iron fortress and the moral debate about centralizing power — redeemed any slowness. A thoughtful, human steampunk with real heart. ❤️

I have mixed feelings. The book shines in its small moments — Ada finding solace in a half-finished escapement, the brief, almost holy ritual of checking the balance wheel — and the author handles the city's layers with skill. The verbal imagery is often inventive (chimney flutes, glass conduits pulsing light) and the clockwork raven gives the story levity. But structurally, I kept wanting higher stakes earlier. The theft of the Hearthstone is a huge premise, yet the early clues feel domestic, almost cozy, which creates a tonal mismatch: are we reading a cozy repair-shop mystery or a political thriller? The baron's plan to centralize power is a good antagonist concept, but his motivations were sketched rather than inhabited. I would have liked more scenes showing how ordinary citizens are affected by the Hearth's absence. Worth reading if you're in it for atmosphere and character, less so if you demand relentless plot propulsion.

Sharp, earnest, and imaginative — this story stuck with me. Ada is a protagonist I wanted to root for: practical (she cleans and oil-sings the escapement), stubborn (refuses to be sidelined), and compassionate (the way she helps Maud and trades with Remy). The pacing overall felt well-judged: intimate openings, then the city-scale implications unfold as Ada boards the iron fortress. The battle of ideas — who tends the city, who owns its breath — is the best part; it's not just a heist, it's a lesson in civic care. Favorite moment: when Ada runs her thumb over her father's carved name before dawn. It's small but it anchors every choice she makes. The author balances machine-detail with human warmth, and the brass aether compass is a memorable touch. If you like steampunk with heart, read this. 🙂