Kenneth Oppel

Sailing towards sunrise, and that i was once perched atop the crow's nest, being the ship's eyes. We have been nights out of Sydney, and there'd been no climate to talk of to this point. i used to be conserving watch on a depressing stack of nimbus clouds off to the northwest, yet we have been leaving it a ways in the back of, and it seemed to be soft going all of the as far back as Lionsgate urban. Like using a cloud. . . .

Matt Cruse is a cabin boy at the Aurora, a tremendous airship that sails hundreds and hundreds of ft above the sea, ferrying filthy rich passengers from urban to urban. it's the lifestyles Matt's consistently sought after; confident he is lighter than air, he imagines himself as buoyant because the hydrium fuel that powers his send. One evening he meets a loss of life balloonist who speaks of lovely creatures drifting throughout the skies. it's only after Matt meets the balloonist's granddaughter that he realizes that the man's ravings may possibly, actually, were precise, and that the creatures are thoroughly genuine and completely mysterious.

In a swashbuckling event such as Jules Verne and Robert Louis Stevenson, Kenneth Oppel, writer of the best-selling Silverwing trilogy, creates an imagined international during which the air is populated via transcontinental voyagers, pirates, and beings by no means sooner than dreamed of via the people who sail the skies.

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