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

“You’ll clear the table and take care of the dishes. Come on, Hank.”


Hank followed but not before looking at Demetrius. The disgust in his eyes made Hank stumble. Why it hurt, he didn’t know. It wasn’t like Demetrius had ever been there for him—he’d been there to take advantage of his home and his money, he’d messed up his life more times than he cared to remember, he always told him he was useless, but disgust... And for what?Hank hadn’t done anything inappropriate. Demetrius was the one who had dragged him along; he was the one who had insisted on them going with Steel.


“Are you coming, Hank?” Steel’s melodic voice drifted around the galley.


“Yeah, sure, I’ll be right there.”


“Aren’t you going to run after him?”


“I didn’t know he was a sodomite.”


“Have you ever seen a real man strut around like that?”


“You met him before you dragged me here, you couldn’t tell then?”


Chapter 10