Sailing toward dawn, and I was perched atop the crow's nest, being the
ship's eyes. We were two nights out of Sydney, and there'd been no
weather to speak of so far. I was keeping watch on a dark stack of
nimbus clouds off to the northwest, but we were leaving it far behind,
and it looked to be smooth going all the way back to Lionsgate City.
Like riding a cloud. . . .
Matt Cruse is a cabin boy on the Aurora, a huge airship that sails
hundreds of feet above the ocean, ferrying wealthy passengers from city
to city. It is the life Matt's always wanted; convinced he's lighter
than air, he imagines himself as buoyant as the hydrium gas that powers
his ship. One night he meets a dying balloonist who speaks of beautiful
creatures drifting through the skies. It is only after Matt meets the
balloonist's granddaughter that he realizes that the man's ravings may,
in fact, have been true, and that the creatures are completely real and
utterly mysterious.
In a swashbuckling adventure reminiscent of Jules Verne and Robert Louis
Stevenson, Kenneth Oppel, author of the best-selling Silverwing
trilogy, creates an imagined world in which the air is populated by
transcontinental voyagers, pirates, and beings never before dreamed of
by the humans who sail the skies.