Emma heard a meaty thump as Cannon took yet another shot, and saw him bobbing and weaving in a way that she didn’t think was completely intentional. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the short Dutchman take … Continue reading
Chuang Choufeng dabbed antiseptic against the cut on Cannon’s cheek, then pulled the skin together with a thin strip of tape. Iseabail, Joe, and Emma watched. The crow’s feet around Choufeng’s eyes grew more pronounced as he gave Cannon a … Continue reading
Cannon straightened up and turned as the hatch behind him clanked. The red lamp darkened as the green one came on, and the hatch creaked open. Iseabail poked her head around it. “Alrigh’. Come on in an’ have a look … Continue reading
A few hours of massaging turned the start into a plan. By midnight, the steady north wind had borne Inconstant down Mount Soendoro’s south face. With the guidance of Cannon and his flying master, Churchill, the zeppelin had hugged the … Continue reading
Emma tugged her harness tight over her chest, then made sure her Webley-Fosbery revolver was snug in its holster. Outside her cockpit was the darkness of Inconstant‘s hangar, pierced only by a few widely-spaced red lights. One of the mechanics … Continue reading
Cannon watched the rockets strike home, then doused a section of the mooring line with water from his canteen. He struck a match and lit the line below the wet section. One of the many lessons he’d learned in Panama … Continue reading
Cannon turned the radio’s volume knob to its loudest, then put the canvas cover back over the unit. Joe sighed and heaved it back onto his shoulder. Emma’s plane roared past overhead, wings rocking back and forth, and then banked … Continue reading
Cannon and his crew skulked upslope. Behind them, the sun rose over Pitu. From this vantage, Cannon could see most of the city. Much if it lay in ruins, the dark, volcanic stones scattered, leaving only low walls amidst piles … Continue reading
Cecil Snavely, Lord Crosswhite, stood with his back to the entrance, wearing the same white suit and had Cannon had seen him in the day before. “Ah, Mr. Cannon,” he said, turning. In gloved hands, he held a wavy-bladed dagger … Continue reading
Cecil Snavely, Lord Crosswhite would not lower himself to running. He knew exactly where he was, exactly where he was going, and exactly how long it would take for his powerful stride to carry him there. He would not permit … Continue reading
