This week's snippet is again from Sorrel Snowbound, and carries on from last week's extract. Sorrel has reached the surface. A steamcar has chugged up the hill towards her...
The
two men sitting uncomfortably in the leather chairs were both in some
kind of blue-grey uniform. As the chugging monstrosity drew towards
me, I stood to one side to let it past.
It
didn't, of course. The man in front hauled on a lever, and bellowed
something at his colleague. Said colleague also yanked at a lever and
twisted a large wheel, and the trike slowed. The high-pitched screech
of metal binding on metal that put my teeth on edge confirmed my
assumptions about the quality of its engineering. Brakes didn't need
to make that sort of noise. It did grind to a halt, though, and
engulfed me with foul-smelling smoke and fumes. I watched it,
wondering if it would start to roll backwards down the hill again. To
my surprise, it didn't.
Next time we will find out what befalls our heroine at the hands of these dubious newcomers...
As always, all comments will be gratefully received!
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