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A legendary ghost ship. An incredible treasure. A death-defying adventure.
Forty years ago, the airship Hyperion vanished with untold riches in its hold. Now, accompanied by heiress Kate de Vries and a mysterious gypsy, Matt Cruse is determined to recover the ship and its treasures. But 20,000 feet above the Earth's surface, pursued by those who have hunted the Hyperion since its disappearance, and surrounded by deadly high-altitude life forms, Matt and his companions soon find themselves fighting not only for the Hyperion—but for their very lives.
“We don’t have time for this!” Rath shouted, staggering towards the coffin, and Kate. “Not one step closer!” Kate shouted, levelling the gun at him. He kept coming, and Kate shot him. His hood went flying back off his head, propelled by the bullet’s force, but Rath was still standing, unharmed. His hand flew up to his skull, to make sure it was all there. He went no closer. I looked back at Barton, wondering what he would do to me. The hairs on the back of my neck lifted, for I was half
captain, like Hal Slater. All these ifs were strung together like an icicle ladder in the blazing sun. Fantastical as they were, they did give me some comfort. I sat down at my desk and started a letter. Dear Mother, I wrote. And stopped. What could I say to her? I’m embarking on an idiotic and dangerous quest. I’m writing this to you in case— A letter from Paris to Lionsgate City via regular delivery would take almost two weeks, by which time I was almost certain to be back in Paris. Was
observation dome, the sky opened and closed as we sailed through the wispy cloud. Then, all at once, the cloud thickened and there were no more snatches of starspeckled sky. The ship’s lights flashed against the mist in time with my pulse. “Crow’s nest,” I said. “I’m blind up here. Can we climb above it?” “No need,” came Hal’s voice. “We’ll be through in a minute.” I did not like this one bit. We picked up speed as Hal tried to drive us clear. I caught myself counting seconds. Hal was right;
Paris. I wished Kate would hurry up. Between her classes and mine, it was no easy feat to see each other. She’d arrived in the summer, three months ago, with her frightful chaperone, to find a place to live while studying at the university. I knew that Miss Simpkins did not approve of our friendship. Even though I was now a student at the esteemed Airship Academy, she still remembered me as a cabin boy and did not feel I had any right to be socializing with young Miss de Vries. We socialized
happy. It made no sense, given the peril we were in. It must have been the thin air, finally taking its toll on my brain. I should have been terrified by our predicament, but it seemed far away, as if the walls of the coffin formed our own impervious little world. I leaned closer and kissed her. We shared the listening trumpet, and I pulled the periscope’s eyepiece once more to my face. I was getting the hang of it, and could reach up with a free hand and swivel it myself now. I only hoped the