rs clothes, afraid to touch anything because it might be a mirage, or a papier mh prop on a movie set or a museum artifact wired to an alarm. The cops would come running in and beat you, maybe kill you, before ever you had the chance to explain that you were simply lost. Drinking his whiskey, Spyder felt definitely lost, trapped in someone elses life, imprisoned in some other losers skin.
The airship shook. Then shook again, knocking the whiskey decanter and tea kettle onto the floor. Outside, the booming voice of the Christians talking head was back.
Spyder ran out onto the deck, followed by the others. The sacred heart airship had come much closer. At this distance, its size was shocking. The other ships, which had been keeping a discreet distance, were also closing in. When Spyder described the scene to Shrike, she yelled, "Primo, get us moving!"
"I cant! The princes ship is still attached," Primo yelled, struggling with the claw that still gripped the railing.
"Get that thing off us," Shrike told Spyder. "Primo, get back to the navigation. When Spyder shakes us loose, take us low and away from here. "
Spyder kicked at the golden claw and managed to put a few cracks in the surface of the rail, but whatever the rail and line were made of, they were very tough. Lulu ran over and kicked along with Spyder, but both the claw and railing remained where they were. Then Lulu stopped what she was doing.
"Shrike, get away from the railing," Lulu said.
Spyder turned to see what had caught Lulus attention. The Seraphic Brotherhoods great burning heart was slowly opening, like the doors of a hangar. There was a burst of light and angels (or angel-shaped things) poured from the opening, flami
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