Volume Three of The Nephele Ship series!
After a catastrophe that covered half the world in inhospitable ice, a team of treasure hunters finds a lead about a mysterious workshop said to contain miraculous and wondrous inventions that could be worth fortunes.
Captain Austin Strallahan of the airship Nephele is not a hero, under normal circumstances. Faced with a disaster that could wipe life off the planet, though, he has no choice but to take his crew and meet it head-on! In the frozen workshop they met the fire-beasts, who have caused the whole problem. With a little help from an enemy and the appearance of an unexpected ally, they might just succeed in saving the world.
But, will they live to tell the tale?
Find out in the finale of the Nephele Ship trilogy!
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"I thought the book had good, sharp writing...The story moved at a good pace with well- paced action scenes. I loved the world created with the mix of old and new...I look forward to the next edition."
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Praise for The Nephele Ship:
"I thought the book had good, sharp writing...The story moved at a good pace with well- paced action scenes. I loved the world created with the mix of old and new...I look forward to the next edition."
"The story was different, the style of writing is great and I really enjoy reading it...I will be reading the next and next after that when it's available. Plus, I picked up his earlier stuff. Definitely worth reading for the price."
Deep in the frozen badlands, the workshop of the now-forgotten dollmaker Copernicus Wrightworth was flooding, and it was only partially my fault. The rest of the fault lie on the old man himself, though he was long-since gone.
The fool had thought to try to control forces he did not understand, to break the spirits of the creatures he discovered deep in the icy northlands to his will and use them as his own personal tools. Little did he know of what those creatures were, of what they were capable of. Little did he know of their origins, of the full extent of their power, until it was far too late. He tried to stop it, of course, like any right-minded man would, but his temporary solution proved too permanent, and he died not having fixed his mistake.
His house, his living workshop, knew what was happening, but what could she do? She had no influence that far underground. She could only sit and wait, watch and grieve for her creator and the world he tried to save.
If these notes we found in his workshop were anything to go by, if his diary wasn't the ramblings of a man gone mad, then by the time the ice begins to melt, begins to recede, these creatures will have multiplied underground and dug so many tunnels into the very roots of the earth itself that the first major shift in the ground will collapse the entire frozen land into itself, which would radically change the way our world turns in space, and the whole planet would experience such shock to its climates that many of the creatures that live on it, us included, would perish from the earth-backlash. That would be a best-case scenario.
