From the Inside Flap
A sudden gust of wind struck the gondola. It rocked the hanging carriage to the side, metal squealing in protest. Under the howl of the chilled air, Ruby could hear the machinery whirl as it carried the carriage closer to the wall of mist above. Her nails dug into the cool vinyl of the bench seat as she tried to fix her gaze on the rubber covered floor. Don't look out the window. She steadfastly followed her own mental advice, but it didn't help. All of the walls were constructed out of thickened glass. It didn't matter where she fixed her gaze. The world beyond was always playing across the corners of her vision. Her heart lurched into her throat as the gondola swung back the other way. The motion gave her small glimpses of the miles of empty air that separated her from the broken shards of rock below. Despite the trembling roll, they continued to steadily climb into the blanket of gray clouds that hid the tip of the mountain.
The mist swallowed the gondola carriage. Within a moment, the fledgling morning sun was blotted out by the clouds. It was impossible to see anything beyond the muted haze. All that existed was the bellowing fog the color of slate stone. The rocking increased. The squeal of metal on metal pierced the air. She could feel every bump as the carriage clung to the cable. Her knuckles strained against her skin as she tightened her grip.
But it was the notion that she could soon plummet to her death that made fear pump through her like a toxic sludge. It was the sensation of being watched that had settled upon her shoulders the moment she had sat down. With each broken breath, the feeling increased. Her stomach dropped when the gondola hit a supporting post. The structure around her rumbled. She could almost feel a chilled breath ghost down her back, making her skin prickle, like icy fingers tracing down her spine. Gulping down a cry, she whirled around. All that met her gaze was her reflection, mirrored back to her by the glass and shifting fog. Her heart was hammering against her ribs as she studied the fog. For a moment, just the briefest of seconds, Ruby caught a glimpse of obsidian eyes lurking just beyond the glass.