“So we’ll just fly over the mountains. In the dark.” Ghanima swallowed. “Against the wind.”
Taziri leaned over her. “You’ve
done this before?”
The young pilot shrugged. “I’ve
done a lot of night flights and storm flights.
I’ve seen all kinds of weather and never scratched the paint. How hard can it be?”
Taziri drummed her fingers on the back of her chair. “All right.
But no crashing!”
Ghanima smiled. “Fine, no
crashing.”
(from The Burning Sky – Halcyon #1: A Steampunk
Thriller, by Joseph Robert Lewis)
8*/10. The full review is here.
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