Chapter Eight
"A Ferris wheel?" Sofia stared up at the giant turning wheel hovering at the side of the Thames River. It was lit up like a carnival.
"No, not exactly," Ian explained. "It's actually a cantilevered observation wheel," he enunciated the words carefully. With his accent the description seemed even stranger.
"A what?"
"It's called the London Eye and it's not a Ferris wheel. It looks out over the city."
The structure of the thing was certainly more heavy duty than any Ferris wheel Sofia had ever been on. Two massive round struts lifted from the ground and came to a point in the center of the wheel. Those were its main support, but they seemed more the size of something a ship would need than a simple Ferris wheel. She had seen glimpses of the wheel on her walks along the Tha
