Ravnica: City of Guilds (Magic: The Gathering: Ravnica Cycle, #1)

by Cory J. Herndon

The front of the cockpit was open but covered with a thin, golden sheen that magically blocked wind and, in theory, any objects that might want to come through. He gripped the wooden armrests with white knuckles as Feather tapped the Izzet control panel twice and their speed increased again. Towers and windows whipped past so quickly Kos couldn’t even tell what part of the city they flew over and through. He heard a yelp and a series of collisions as Fonn lost her footing and crashed into Jarad, who fell against Biracazir and into a stack of chests in the cabin. Kos turned straight ahead and buckled together the four leather straps affixed at the four corners of the chair’s backrest. “Are you all right?” Feather asked. “You appear pale and perhaps faint.” “I’m fine,” Kos said uneasily. “But I think I’ll fasten the safety harness.” “And close your eyes?” “And close my eyes. Just get us there, Feather.” “You should really see this view, Kos,” Borca’s ghost offered from somewhere behind him as the yacht lurched and dipped under the angel’s less-than-delicate touch. “It makes you appreciate being dead.” “Shut up, Borca.” “I shall accelerate. I think the stress is getting to you, Lieutenant.” “No, don’t—” “Wow! Kos, you have to see this!” “Shut up, Borca.” Kos’s stomach and several other organs collided violently with each other as the nose of the zeppelid dipped, and it occurred to him that while he appreciated the angel’s concern, her attention on the view ahead would be appr...