There is still magic to be found. Even in the bleakest of places.<br><br>Hank Goodenough has spent his entire life in the smoggy streets of London trying to keep his head down and not to get noticed. Not an easy feat when you’re the tallest one in the room and have a brass funnel protruding from your head. When he finds himself laid off work once again, his dad wants to drag him away on a crazy quest. Before he can figure out how to get out of it, he finds himself on a steam-driven airship in search of Odin, the old Norse God, and is sharing a room with Captain Elazar Steel, a man strutting around on one high-heeled boot and one peg leg.<br><br>Steel doesn’t care that the winks, smiles, and small touches he and Hank share might get them hanged once they land on the ground again. He is determined to show Hank there is magic in the world and that there is no better place to be than on his balloon ship steering towards the Arctic Circle.

Eight Feet of Magic

The low murmur that had spread in the room came to a stop as Steel pursed his lips and studied Demetrius. “Seven months ago? And you never got around to marrying her?”


Steel shot Hank a look. If he hadn’t been part of this tragedy, it might have been funny, but now he only wished Demetrius would shut up.


“Okay, then. Shall we take off?” Steel started to get up.


“Leaving so soon, Cap’n?” A brute of a man came towards them. He was a bit shorter than Hank, but still large enough to cause a problem should he want to. Hank shifted slightly, wanting to protect his brass funnel from potential bumps.


“Yes, we have business to attend to.” Steel didn’t meet the man’s eyes.


Chapter 4