Flight of the Sunbird: Leviathanverse, #1

By Tami Veldura

 

 Myriam Blanc and her mute co-pilot Nathalie Landr, bi-plane pilots

stationed off a giant flying airship, are about to be called into

battle. The world has changed, Goliath monsters are rising from the

deep. What do they want? Where are they going? And how do we stop

them? Take two experienced pilots, a prototype lightning weapon made

by Tesla, and send them to Spain to learn more.

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Story Prism Studios
• Release date: Aug 5, 2022
• ISBN: 9781941319338

Tami Veldura

Tami Veldura is an enby/aro/ace author of queer fiction. They have published short stories in anthologies Fresh Starts, Hauntings, Love Among The Thorns, Love Is Like A Box Of Chocolates, the magazine Galaxy’s Edge, and they are a contributing member of the scifi magazine Boundary Shock Quarterly. They publish new work every month, crossing every genre, but always featuring queer characters and found families.As S.T. Lynn, they write uplifting, sweet, and tropey fantasy fiction, featuring women front and center. Including fairy tales, elves, magic, and happy endings for young adults and young-at-heart.

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Myriam Blanc and her mute co-pilot Nathalie Landr, bi-plane pilots stationed off a giant flying airship, are about to be called into battle. The world has changed, Goliath monsters are rising from the deep. What do they want? Where are they going? And how do we stop them? Take two experienced pilots, a prototype lightning weapon made by Tesla, and send them to Spain to learn more.

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Flight of the Sunbird

Myriam Blanc lay on a makeshift metal sled under the belly of a biplane. She pushed herself around with her booted feet, rolling casters over rivets and folds in the floor while she inspected the landing gear. She held a small flashlight in her teeth, pointed up inside the belly of the plane, and sorted through the stack of wrenches, sockets, and screwdrivers balanced in a stack on her belly by feel. Oil covered her fingers in despite wiping them on a rag and they slid around on the metal tools. Her fingernails hadn’t been clean in months. White skin stained faintly yellow with residue. There wasn’t quite enough room to lift her head off the sled to see what she was doing and when she rolled herself under the midline, she had to take care not to scrape her goggles right off her forehead.

She squinted up at a bolt, finally deciding on a three-eighths wrench to do the job. Something had seized in the mechanism on this plane’s last flight, and now the landing gear wouldn’t retract. She could still fly in a pinch, but it was Myriam’s job to get her working again.

Four punctures the size of baseballs just under one wing told the story. A massive set of claws from a paw the size of a car tore through the metal body like a spoon through cream. The belly panel had been replaced, along with the innards, probably, and some of those tears were hammered closed and riveted