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Searching his coat pockets for a weapon, Aaron stumbled back into Joseph, who grabbed him by the shoulder and shook him.
"Lad," Joseph cried. "There's no way out!"
Aaron threw off the older man's hand and shoved past him onto the walkway.
"There's always a way."
But there wasn't. Barely visible through the currents of smog and falling ash, the walkway took a sharp, downward twist, ending in a tangle of rent braces. It was a gap of almost thirty feet to the other tower; in between, only hot, stinking wind and a hundred-story drop to the street below.
Joseph moved up beside him and wrapped his white-knuckled ham-fists around the bent rail. "Tell me ye've got some flying machine in them pockets of yours, lad," he said between clenched teeth.
Another impact cut the air as Aaron frantically dug through the many pockets of his greatcoat. His fingers closed over lenses, tools, dynamite, compasses, devices for measuring pressure and voltage, and a dozen other objects whose function he could not remember just then. Nothing that could provide a crossing. With a shock of realisation, he willed his hands still.
"It was here," he said. "I checked on it just an hour ago."
"Bugger all." Joseph slammed one fist down on the rail and looked up into the muddy sky. "A damn dog deserves better," he said. Then he bent forward and began to pray quietly.
Aaron struggled to control his suddenly rapid breath. "There's a way, Joseph. I just need to think."
"Not every problem falls to thinkin'" was the reply.
On the next impact, one of the bolt's fittings popped loose from the wall and the door fell open an entire inch.
"If it had been any other walkway..." Aaron looked to both sides, where similar walkways stretched between the two hulking buildings.
"Aye, but it isn't," Joseph said, drawing a heavy army revolver from his jacket pocket. "I think it's time ye made yer peace, lad. Let's make a fight of it."
"One cannot fight the Boiler Men," said Aaron, suppressing the chill in his stomach and wishing he hadn't sounded so certain.
"We'll see" was Joseph's reply.
Trembling, Aaron withdrew a tin box from one of his pockets. He unscrewed the lid and looked at the thin coiled strip of paper inside. Coded letters ran its length in small type.
A boot sheathed in iron slammed into the bottom corner of the door, folding it up like tin. Unblinking electric light spilled from the hole onto the walkway, mingling with the hazy glare from the towers above.
Aaron quickly screwed the lid back onto the box and wished he'd had the time to decode it. He withdrew a stick of dynamite and a pack of matches, conscious that the walkway was too small to escape the explosion when it came.
How many times had he been told that he must be ready to die for England?
How many times had he told others the same thing?
He readied a match and waited.
There must be a way...
The air shuddered as a blast of steam exploded through the hole in the door. It struck Joseph first and the Irishman's scream cut the night. As the white cloud crashed over him, Aaron threw his arms in front of his face. Too late: the steam swept over his hands and head, scorching every inch of exposed skin. The pain drove him to his knees. He crawled blindly towards the walk's edge, where he pitched his head over the end and took a laboured breath of the foul Whitechapel air, collapsing into a fit as the ashes and grit sanded his raw lungs.
He heard the door pop loose from its hinges with one final strike and felt it clatter to the walkway, and he realised they would never escape.
There's a way…
Aaron's eyes quivered open. He spotted Joseph's twitching form through the dissipating steam and dragged himself towards his friend. His raw fingers tore on the walk, a sting even more painful than the fire all over his skin.
Aaron grasped Joseph's sleeve. "There's a way!"
Joseph's eyes streamed tears as he cried and screamed. Aaron shoved the tin box into Joseph's hands and forcibly closed the old man's fingers around it.
"Aaron!" Joseph said. "I can't get up! I can't…"
Aaron shoved the tin closer to the man's chest.
"You can take it back," he choked out. "Find someone who can read it."
Without waiting for an answer, he planted his foot on Joseph's chest and shoved. The other man let out a yelp before rolling backwards off the walk and into space. In seconds, the grey of Whitechapel's smog swallowed him, though his muted scream echoed from the towers for some moments longer.
The pounding of iron-shod feet shook the air. Aaron stared down after his falling friend, crying freely.
You'd probably want me to die on my feet.
Aaron slung one arm over the bent railing and hauled himself up. He turned to the monstrous shapes silhouetted in the doorway's glow. The gaze of those cold, glass eyes made him shriveled and small, and he found he could not stop shaking.
He wished he'd chosen a different walkway. He wished he hadn't lost the matches. He wished he'd done a thousand things differently.
The Boiler Men reached for him with iron hands and he wished most of all that he wasn't about to die.
Regardless, I read this entire book in one sitting.
If you aren't already into it I recommend giving this book a pass because I don't think this book will get you into it since it has many of the faults of the genre.
Throughout most of the book the characters do not develop beyond a flimsy first description.
It was entertaining but I never found myself truly engulfed in the story. It was a branch out of my usual genre and was enjoyable but I couldn't immerse myself inside the world of... Read morePublished 13 months ago by Ricky Stephens
I don't even know where to begin, except to say the following; While this isn't the worst book I've ever read, it was bad enough that I can't believe I spent money on it. Read morePublished 17 months ago by KLR
It's been a while since I read this book, but I have nothing but good impressions of it. I was quite surprised to see that so many others were disappointed with the book. Read morePublished on February 12, 2013 by MindsNot
This is a Christmas gift. I do not read this author. I am sure that the recipient will enjoy this book.Published on November 22, 2012 by Julia A. Vivlemore
This book really disappointed me. Someone recommended it to me at Barnes and Noble and I was so excited to read it. My husband and I both hated it and we regularly devour books. Read morePublished on March 23, 2012 by Samantha Crossland
First off I love the cover, but after that there really wasn't anymore love. For my first foray into a steampunk novel I am greatly disappointed. Read morePublished on February 5, 2012 by Brian
Caught my attention from the beginning with ambitious ideas and plans. Such big ideas left a few under developed trains of thought, but the fairly unique and unexpected story more... Read morePublished on April 18, 2011 by Shawn P. Shannon
This book has such a cool cover, but it such a slow book. I struggled through it. It's a Steampunk book (what all the cool kids are reading). Read morePublished on December 1, 2010 by Brave Warrior
First off, this is not your typical Steam-Punk novel. Peter's crams some high concepts in here more akin to H.P. Lovecraft than Isaac Asimov. Read morePublished on September 8, 2010 by Brian Fatah Steele