CHAPTER FORTY
Oliver tried not to get lost in his dark thoughts as they headed toward the horrible black swirling cloud, but it was hard not to because very five seconds or so the ground would shake again.
All around, the people milling through the streets were talking in panicked voices. The streets were in disarray, with smashed wicker baskets all over the cobblestones, their wares splattered haphazardly around them. Some people were nursing bruises and broken bones. It was clear that they’d undergone the same experience as the sailor and Oliver and his friends just had, with gravity losing its hold on them before dropping them back to earth.
Then a sudden huge shake made everyone tumble like skittles. Some held onto buildings to steady themselves but the buildings, too, were swaying.
