Huxley

Ariadne wrapped her scarf tighter over her copper curls and squinted into the clouds. "Take us higher!" she yelled to her loyal crew of vagabonds, and *The Peripaticien* rose fast into the sky…

Tricking the guard was always easier than the theft itself, Bella realised with a start. But that evening, the plan had to be flawless...

The warrior child snarled into the mist. Whoever that was looking back at him wasn't entertaining…

Iron bars winched upwards and Marcus entered the arena for the final time. This time, it was personal.