The Black Lung Captain
Chris Wooding
Language: English
Pages: 560
ISBN: 0345522508
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Chris Wooding, author of the thrilling novel Retribution Falls, returns to a fantastical world of spectacular sky battles and high-flying heroics for another epic adventure.
Deep in the heart of the Kurg rainforest lies a long-forgotten wreck. On board, behind a magically protected door, an elusive treasure awaits. Good thing Darian Frey, captain of the airship Ketty Jay, has the daemonist Crake on board. Crake is their best chance of getting that door open—if they can sober him up. For a prize this enticing, Frey is willing to brave the legendary monsters of the forbidding island and to ally himself with a partner who’s even less trustworthy than he is.
But what’s behind that door is not what any of the fortune hunters expect, any more than they anticipate their fiercest competitor for the treasure—a woman from Frey’s past who also happens to be the most feared pirate in the skies.
Time's Mirror (The Chronos Files, Book 2.5)
Thought the Manes and the Imperators were essentially similar,” Kraylock said. “Human hosts possessed by daemonic entities. The nature of the daemon is different, but the process is the same.” Frey was amazed. “You’re saying that the Awakeners have been employing daemons? The same Awakeners who denounce daemonism and hang daemonists wherever they’re found?” “So he believed. The Manes and Imperators are both shrouded in secrecy and myth, but based on what truths he could obtain, he concluded.
Lady! And I’m supposed to be in the middle of a campaign to become a chancellor of the duchy! My rival gains ground every day I’m not out there! The Tarlocks are breathing down my neck, wondering what I’m up to! It’s a disaster!” He was panting by the time he finished. Jez decided she’d heard enough. “Show me where he is.” Plome led her around the side of the staircase at the end of the hall. There, a cupboard door lay hidden and out of sight. He began fumbling in his pocket for something.
Fortified position. He raised his hand and made a twirling motion with his upraised finger. Malvery made the same motion, frowned, and shrugged. Sign language for: what’s that supposed to mean? “Go around,” Frey mouthed to them, indicating with his hand. Not for the first time, he wished he commanded a highly trained bunch of soldiers instead of a ragtag mob of rejects in varying stages of alcoholism. Malvery understood the second time. They sneaked back the way they came, skirting the engine.
His size, after all.” Everyone turned to look at him. The engineer gave him a flat glare. “Er …” said Harkins. “Don’t mind him,” Frey told the engineer. “He laughs in the face of danger.” He slung his arm around Harkins’s shoulders. Harkins tensed up, as if expecting to be hit. “May I introduce my outflier, ‘Fearless’ Harkins. You know, one time he played chicken with a dreadnought and won!” “Him?” the engineer asked. “Hey, I could have done that, if I’d got there in time!” Pinn protested.
Where Crake began gathering up his equipment and moving it down to the room with the sphere. Frey didn’t help. Instead, he took his lantern and went and stood in the passageway outside the antechamber. He needed a little air, or as much air as he could get in this place. Frey leaned against the chill metal wall and listened to his heart slow. Damn, he’d been frightened. Hadn’t shown it, but he’d felt it inside. There was something about Grist. He’d caught a glimpse of the man under the grins and.