AirbornHarper Collins, 2004年5月11日 - 368 頁 Sailing toward dawn, and I was perched atop the crow's nest, being the ship's eyes. We were two nights out of Sydney, and there'd been no weather to speak of so far. I was keeping watch on a dark stack of nimbus clouds off to the northwest, but we were leaving it far behind, and it looked to be smooth going all the way back to Lionsgate City. Like riding a cloud. . . . Matt Cruse is a cabin boy on the Aurora, a huge airship that sails hundreds of feet above the ocean, ferrying wealthy passengers from city to city. It is the life Matt's always wanted; convinced he's lighter than air, he imagines himself as buoyant as the hydrium gas that powers his ship. One night he meets a dying balloonist who speaks of beautiful creatures drifting through the skies. It is only after Matt meets the balloonist's granddaughter that he realizes that the man's ravings may, in fact, have been true, and that the creatures are completely real and utterly mysterious. In a swashbuckling adventure reminiscent of Jules Verne and Robert Louis Stevenson, Kenneth Oppel, author of the best-selling Silverwing trilogy, creates an imagined world in which the air is populated by transcontinental voyagers, pirates, and beings never before dreamed of by the humans who sail the skies. |
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... smell of fresh - baked bread wafted up to me . Far below , in the ship's kitchens , they were taking out the first loaves and rolls and cinnamon buns and croissants and Danishes . I inhaled deeply . A better smell than this I couldn't ...
... smell of the hydrium gas inside the cells . I dropped down onto the keel catwalk . The main thor- oughfare , it ran the entire length of the ship , from the control car , the officer quarters , and the luxurious passenger decks near the ...
... smell of the tropical sea poured into the bay . Below , starlight painted the ocean silver . We were closing on the bal- loon , the gondola hanging level with the cargo bay doors . The sound of the engines deepened as they slowed even ...
... smell of burning fabric was terrible now , though luckily the smoke and flames were mostly dancing up away from me . But the weight of the blaz- ing balloon was oozing down over the frame now , starting to engulf the gondola ...
... smell and sight of all this food would have had me running around like a mad dog , cramming my mouth . Chef Vlad and his cooks and kitchen help had been up for hours , cutting peppers and tomatoes and mushrooms for the omelette fillings ...