A Rainbow of Blood: The Union in Peril An Alternate History
Peter G. Tsouras
“Do you know what military glory is? It is ‘that attractive rainbow, that rises in showers of blood—that serpent’s eye, that charms to destroy.’” —Abraham Lincoln
The Union in dire peril! The war that began in Peter G. Tsouras’s previous alternate history, Britannia’s Fist, accelerates during a few desperate weeks in October 1863. From the bayous of Louisiana to the green hills of the Hudson Valley, from Chicago in flames to the gates of Washington itself, the Great War uncoils in ropes of fire. French and British armies are on the march, and heavy reinforcements have put to sea. Copperheads have risen in revolt to drag the Midwest into the Confederacy as a vital Union army stands starving and under siege in Tennessee. Meanwhile, Robert E. Lee and the Royal Navy set in motion a stroke that is boldness itself.
The Union staggers under these blows. While the Grenadier Guards march into glory in upstate New York’s apple orchards, from the second story of a shot-up Washington hotel Abraham Lincoln watches a forest of the red flags of rebellion waving over a Confederate column rushing across the Long Bridge. To stop them is a war-worn regiment of New York soldiers. To their backs Washington burns. But new technologies and the art of intelligence are thrown onto the scales, while Russia plans to enter the war to avenge its humiliation in the Crimean War.
A Rainbow of Blood brings forward the Great War from its outbreak to the first great crisis of the embattled republic. Peopled with remarkable personalities of the age, the book rattles with the tramp of armies marching down one of the most intriguing roads not taken—or even imagined—until now.
Hand that Sharpe had done for the Army of the Potomac when he had put together the BMI, the country's first all-source intelligence entity. Sharpe had accepted immediately. In a few months, he had replicated his old organization to serve the entire war effort. It was headquartered in the house he had rented for his family earlier on Lafayette Square right across from the White House. Luckily, his wife, May, had fled with their three children from the Washington summer back to their home in.
Of rebellion."" Colors were as highly prized as any Roman standard, and it was the ultimate disgrace to lose either flag in battle, which made it an extremely rare occurrence. In the past, colors had been lost when regiments had to capitulate as part of larger forces that had been trapped, such as at the battles of Saratoga and Yorktown in the American War of Independence. In combat, however, if any enemy picked up a British flag, it was usually because they found it surrounded by the dead of.
Office. Carnegie thought it was just the opening for what he had come to say. "Well, you see, Mr. Root, the president had that much faith in Chris's rifle that even then he was willing to sign such a huge order. Now that we have been most foully attacked, the country must throw every possible advantage we have into the scales." Root was surprised at the vehemence of Carnegie's hatred for the enemy expressed in his thick Scottish brogue. Carnegie caught the surprised look and fixed him with his.
Regiment in firepower. At Cold Spring, they had been joined by the Corps of Cadets -four hundred young men in their old fashioned, gray, swallow-tailed uniforms with a tall black shako. The veterans had looked askance at the "Kay Dets." West Point officers, with their insistence on discipline, were not always popular among the rank and file, and these budding officers did not even have the benefit of having "seen the elephant." Still, the soldiers had to admit they marched better than anyone.
Detail that if anything happened to Lincoln, it better be because they were all dead. 4 Lincoln was too late to hear Sharpe's orders as Tappen ran past him, and Sharpe was not inclined to take the time to explain. Lincoln could only watch, and he had the good sense not to slow down with questions men about to go into battle. Instead, all he had to do was observe as Tappen's brief commands were translated into a burst of action. The crew of a coffee mill gun pulled their piece toward the back of.