There's nothing but stars out there, but even if I could look at a nearby star system and know its name, they're far off pinpricks in the night, like sparks that froze while falling from a blitzing wire.
“Ooh, comparing me to a Norseman.” Hades grinned. “You’ve balls on you, boy. That’s why I like you.”
“The favor of a God. My life is now complete.” Idiocy, given [Hess] didn’t want to go to the Locker anytime soon, but if Hades had come to collect him, he may as well go down fighting. And words were all he had, seeing as how Endel had relieved him of his cutlass above deck when Aurora barked at him.
Damn stubborn wenches who refused to see reason.
The God laughed. “Save your ire. You’ll need it.”
“For what?” Hess muttered.
There was the wicked smile. “What, indeed. Tell me, Hesperus, how badly do you want to help Aurora?”
“You know the answer to that.”
That smile widened. And a glint of silver materialized in the God’s fingers.
Cerberus’s balls.
The key.
“Then what would you say if I told you I was here to break you out?”
The carts don't like the unevenness of the tracks, but once we get them balanced over the thin strip of metal floor alongside the track, their hovering stabilizes. "Lean forward to move forward, right to move right, left to move--"
"Left?" Max finishes for me.
"And back slows you or stops. Don't lean too far in either way or you'll tip it."