Perilous Artifacts The Flying City Lady Carew motioned for Olive to join her at the safety rail of the small deck. “There—see?” “Over the river?” Olive squinted and shielded her eyes from the sun as she looked south toward the far horizon. In the haze rising over the ravine at the edge of the city,
Perilous Artifacts: The Mast She led the way to a private lift; an ornate wrought iron contraption with a pair of levers extending upward from the oak plank flooring. The guard shifted one of the levers. On a cloud of steam, they rose into the air following the inner curve of one of the great
Perilous Artifacts: Across the Square Lady Carew made a visible effort to set aside her distress. “Well, no time for that now. If we’re to be there in time, we must leave immediately. Come quickly.” She led the way to an alcove off the side of the parlor, with a solid metal door and a
Perilous Artifacts: Locked Out Inside the parlor, the governor sat on an ornate chair upholstered in imported silk as she sipped from a cup of hot tea. A plate of refreshments, now reduced to crumbs, lay abandoned on an occasional table with ornately turned legs that matched the period of the chair. She saw them
Perilous Artifacts: Carew House If Harry had stayed, Olive could have jumped right back in the steamer and begged him to take her far, far away into the depths of the undercity to hide. She looked around in indecision. Maybe she could still make a run for it? As she took stock of the options
Perilous Artifacts: This Is Real The steamer turned into Government Plaza and pulled up in a pool of sunshine perfectly placed to welcome visitors to Carew House—and incidentally—also perfectly placed to give the guards on duty an excellent view of new arrivals’ faces. A footman hurried forward to open the door for Olive and assist
Perilous Artifacts: Am I Really Me? Not until Olive showed promise at her studies did the Lady Governor begin to take an interest in her. And then—abandoning her attitude of neglect and indecision, she decided that Olive must attend lessons not only in conversation, diplomacy, deportment, dancing, religion, and manners, but also in hydroponics, housekeeping,
Perilous Artifacts: Tell me what you know Harry drove out with a tip of his hat to the lift attendant, who ignored him and saluted Pieter instead. Harry had no attention to spare for the attendant’s choice of honoree: he had stopped at the entry to the alcove to wait for a signal to exit
Perilous Artifacts: Priority Lift Laughing at Harry’s absurd annoyance was impossible given the stiff tailoring of her bodice. But Olive smirked as Pieter accompanied her out the door and around an oil stain on the street. With practiced ease, he handed her into the steamer. Too busy securing his share of the honeycomb to notice,
Perilous Artifacts: In A Hurry As the steamer approached the Academy, Pieter once again repeated his offer to keep Harry in honeycomb for the next year, but Harry slowed to a stop and jumped out to open the boot. “A honeycomb in the hand is worth more than promises of payment later. And you’ll owe