About Restless Earth:
About Blessing Sky:
Master Engineer Kasha lives in hiding. As a Tanoa and a woman, she has no legal right to her title, and risks expulsion or even execution if the Guild discovers her identity. For over a year she has served as the City Engineer of the Andalano city of Solace, home to the Winged Riders and their pegasus mounts.
About Cleansing Fire:
Kasha has lived her life in hiding, working the job of the City Engineer of Wingmount, in a society that lets neither women, nor any member of the Tanoa race work trades. Finally, she has been offered the chance to work for her own people, who must evacuate their beloved Earth Shaman from the slopes of an active volcano. No other engineer in history could build the craft that Kasha has designed for this task: the sky chariot.
However, in order to fly it, she and her cousin, Ahote, will breach the most sacred rules of the Andalanos, the pale skinned race of people who govern their nation. Once, Kasha thought she would not mind betraying them. They had only given her grief.
But as she has grown in her talent for engineering, many Andalanos have supported her at great risk to themselves. Even high ranking government officials seek her counsel and beg for her aid in a costly war they fight on the coast, in a part of the kingdom Kasha has never seen and never thought she’d care about.
There is no way to help one people without betraying the other, and in this society, betrayal often means death. Kasha must decide where her loyalties lie, and whether she is up to the task of saving the last shaman of her people.
He awoke when Kasha cried out. The ground beneath him rolled as if it were the surface of a lake with wind-blown waves passing through it.
“We have to go,” she said. “We can’t stay. It’s going to erupt.”
Another great rumble caused part of the cliffs to collapse before them, great boulders splitting off and falling with a crash into the molten valley below.
Kasha was right. They had to leave. Quickly, he roused Sky—who seemed eager to depart—and checked over his harness.
Meanwhile, Kasha got into the chariot, and the flaps that jutted out from its wings and tail began to move, no doubt from her testing the controls.
Ahote tacked Sky up as quickly as he could without being sloppy. More rumbles hinted that the mountain above them was about to crack open. He clipped the harness to the nose of the craft and then climbed in.
“There’s no time to put the wheels back on. Have him take us that way”—Kasha indicated a path parallel to the cliffs’ edge—“so that we can get a running start.”
“There’s no time.”
“We can’t just leap off the cliffs.”
“You launched that way in Wingmount.”
“With a ramp. We didn’t just push it over the edge.”
Another rumble announced another rockslide, this one on the slopes above them.
“There’s no time!” he repeated.
He raised both hands and Sky leapt forward, throwing his weight against the collar. The chariot barely moved.
“You see?” said Kasha. “Without the wheels it won’t pick up speed fast enough. It is too heavy.”
“We don’t have time to drag it the long way.”
“There is hot air rising from the magma. It will lift us, will it not?” The mountain lurched again.
Sky braced himself and the chariot began to slide, its smooth skids finding no purchase on the bare rock beneath them. The pegasus broke into a run, his wings outstretched, and Kasha bit back a scream as he leapt over the edge of the cliffs.
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