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

Demetrius grunted then walked past him towards a door leading down below deck. Hank glared, it was obvious Demetrius had been on the ship before. When had he had the time to plan it all? 


Hank now understood why Polly never let him out of her sight.Ship’s Cats and Coal


In the old times, the wolves of darkness had almost swallowed the sun as she rode over the sky in her chariot during the Winter Solstice. The people burned a Sunwheel to bring her back.


“Okay, my little seaman.” Steel giggled. “Get the fire going.” He threw Hank’s suitcase on a quilt-covered bed—or was it berth when placed inside a ship?


Hank sighed and wrestled the tree through the door to the cabin. He wanted to sleep almost as much as he wanted to get rid of the pine needles pricking his skin. “Where is the fire room?”


“Below, of course.” Steel patted a wide bronze pipe coming up in the middle of the room and continuing out the ceiling.


Chapter 6