Chapter 4
Azucara Foster lay back in her cabin and closed her eyes as her airship took off into the sky. She imagined herself sitting upright and unshakable as the ship leveled itself and began a straight trajectory through the air.
Though the shades were closed, she imagined clear blue skies with mashed potato clouds as far as the eye could see, a never-ending green expanse of field and jungle below her, with birds crisscrossing out of the canopies.
She kept her eyes closed as thunder cracked through the sky—so much for clear weather. The walls of the ship shook, and she gripped the sides of her seat, her nails digging into the leather armrests.
That f*****g pilot said we would be flying above the storm.
She wished she were on land, at the edge of barren lands overlooking the beginni
