XXVIEarthquakes roused him from sleep once more. Some nightmare, the details already vague, lingered in his mind. For a moment he was back at home, in bed with Diane while the house shook and danced around them.
But memory of where he really was hit him like a blow to the gut. This time the hard steel of the cage dug into his back. The cold of the night air in which they hung suspended had chilled and stiffened his muscles to useless ropes within his flesh. He was going to die. When the morning came, he and Whelm were to be hurled into the underworld, to become two more broken mechanisms among the tangled remains of Engn.
An earthquake made no sense, though. They were hanging by a chain from the wreckers' crane. How was a tremor making them rock and sway so much?
He opened his eyes. Onl
