Dark Age (The Reckoning Turbines Book 1) by Robert T. Bradley

Author:Robert T. Bradley [Bradley, Robert T.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Heathcliff Publishing
Published: 2018-04-26T22:00:00+00:00

VI

Nicholas planted a blow straight on the side of the man’s face, sending a cocktail of blood and teeth out onto the Moor. He grabbed him by the collar. ‘Who sent you to kill my family!’

The man smiled a row of bloody teeth and spat in Nicholas’ face.

‘You vile pig.’ The wrath took over the controls of Nicholas’ calculated attacks. He caught Francis’s puny left wrist and twisted it. Francis fell to the ground, spitting more blood.

The blood landed on Nicholas’ trouser. ‘You bastard.’ A right hook swooped down like a jackhammer, crashing into Francis’ cheek. Under Nicholas’ knuckles a few more teeth dislodged, giving the powered rage quantities of pleasure. He let go of Francis.

The feeble man laughed, ‘I’m surprised at you, Nicholas,’ Francis spat. ‘The Nicholas Nightingale I saw fight at the Hunters Bowl would have knocked a vagabond like me out in seconds.’

‘Steal a ticket, did you?’ Nicholas picked up his hat and dusted off the dirt. The vagabond was right, Nicholas knew it, he wasn’t as delicious with his fists as he used to be.

‘To a boxing match? Dearie me Nicholas, shame you’re not as intelligent as your brother.’ He spat out a few more shards of dislodged teeth. ‘Or as forthcoming as your young Nightingale’s late night gestures.’

‘What?’ He grabbed Francis by the neck. ‘What do you know of my nephew?’

‘Oh, nephew, is he? The people who sent me will be most intrigued knowing another Nightingale’s larking about.’

Nicholas threw him from his grasp. ‘I’m not going to ask you again, who sent you to hurt my family?’

Shooting past him was a blur of speed. Nicholas lost his footing, blown backwards, landing on the fell. A woman collided with Francis, grabbed him and hoisted him to an airship bustling overhead.

Nicholas watched, trying to catch his breath in amazement as the object blotted out the day’s light passing over him. It rocked and banked from one side to the next. Hurrying for his goggles, Nicholas placed them over his eyes and increased the magnification.

He probed the hull, wood, black metal, gold trim and some advanced looking canons at the front, thin like a pair of insect stingers. The ship tilted upward to the cloud cover. Then, just as it disappeared back into the clouds, he saw it. A name framed in gold letters. The Gypsy Moth.

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