Category: Short Stories
The silver sphere that was the _Marie IV_, the balloon of all balloons to Captain Conway, tugged lightly at the sandbags that held her to the floor. A faint chill breeze whipped around the corner of the open hangar and swayed her gently; the grace of the oscillations suggested...
The silver sphere that was the _Marie IV_, the balloon of all balloons to Captain Conway, tugged lightly at the sandbags that held her to the floor. A faint chill breeze whipped...
2. Part 2At sixteen thousand feet the _Marie_ entered the first layer of clouds. The mist hugged tight around the basket; whereas before--when in clear air--Conway had been able to see a...