The Sunken

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by S. C. Green


  I held up the next engraving: a seven-foot necker with thick legs and a thin, whipping tail. Another showed an incongruous herbivorous dragon with a great crest atop its head. I studied them in turn, each more monstrous than the last. Turner had listed the measurements on each drawing: four feet tall, nine feet tall, twelve feet tall. Stunned, I set the stack back down.

  “As you can see,” said Brunel. “It is not a delicate task I ask of you. What say you, old friend?”

  My heart beat with a furious urgency, and my fingers tingled at the possibility of finally setting off on an adventure. I thought of those great monsters I would be charged with trapping and transporting to the shore, but my stomach sank a little. But I knew, despite the danger, what my answer would be.

  “I am at your service, Messiah.”

  THE END

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  Table of Contents

  About the Author

  PROLOGUE

  PART I: THE VAMPIRE KING

  PART II: THE ENGINE

  PART III: THE METAL MESSIAH

  EPILOGUE

  A note on the text

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