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"Hold the line!" Elara shouted, steering them into the eye of the gale. For a moment, the world went silent. Above them, the stars were visible even in midday, and below, the sand looked like a golden ocean. "Is it always like this?" Kael asked, breathless.

The Cloud-Skipper was docked at the edge of the Dust-Rim when the sky turned a bruised purple. A "Glass-Gale"—a storm that picks up shards of ancient silicate—was coming. Wszyscy na pokЕ‚ad!

"Wszyscy na pokład!" Elara’s voice boomed over the howling wind. She didn't care that Kael was a stowaway or that Jax had a mouthful of copper wiring. They needed every hand to winch the heavy sails before the glass shards shredded them. "Hold the line

: A young, hyper-intelligent lemur-cat who serves as the ship's engineer (mostly because his paws can fit into the smallest gearboxes). "Is it always like this

As the ship hit the first thermal, it didn't just sail; it leaped. Kael gripped the brass railing, his eyes wide as they soared over a canyon of singing dunes. Jax scampered across the rigging, his fur standing on end from the static electricity of the storm.