Passing out through the heavy wooden doors they were back on the outskirts of the city Plumduff and Armitage had first visited in search of Periscope. Night had fallen and the streets blazed with neon in pinks, yellows and blues. Stars burned bright in the sky above and twin moons hung heavy in the sky like a pair of watching eyes.
There are points in your life when things become too much and you simply have to insist that enough is enough and you will no longer play along and be buffeted and tossed by the universe. For me, this was one of those moments.
“Why did you bring him?” Gravita snapped. “Now were going to have to finish him off.” She took out her wand and the tip began to glow red as she pointed it at me where I lay.
“Watch out” Plumduff shouted as the creatures threw themselves through the air crashing into O’Rourke and McCann as they burst into the room
During my time short in the fracture I had already witnessed so many truly amazing sights, but the Galloping Gadzooks were not one of those. A ramshackle bunch as I had ever seen, and who’s place here in the Fracture I couldn’t help but question.
With the taste of blood in her mouth Plumduff opened her eyes and licked her lips. Her mouth was dry and her head was pounding.
The roar of a dozen cannons split the eerie silence, thunderous volley after volley whistling overhead as smoke drifted across the battlefield. The long lines of French infantry shuffled nervously, muskets loaded and bayonets fixed waiting for their orders as the guns, with their superior range, pounded the Prussian lines.
Despite her diminutive stature Plumduff punched well above her weight, and as she gave me a shove and shouted “Run boy, back to the courtyard” she launched herself at the witches.
Of all the things that I had so far seen the sight before me was right up there with the most curious. I had expected witches of the traditional earthly type but these were very much something else.
Time to deal with Henry methinks or I will never get this thing finished…