She turned over the faithful gelding to the local livery and took the steam train. Her grandmother and Nessy saw her off at the station, waving as the mammoth black and steel monster clawed down the rails. She tried to occupy her mind on the journey by flicking through her father’s diary and Magycks of the Gods. Her tentative theory about the true nature of the artifacts grew the deeper the more she dug. She kept finding objects in the ancient book that her father tracked down and concealed, almost as though he used the oral legends as a shopping list of items to steal and hide from the world. The idea nagged at Cara. If he knew what they were, why didn’t he use them? She jumped out of her compartment at the Liverpool Street station, pent-up frustration fizzing under her skin. The hours of sitting, unable to move, drove her to distraction. She wanted to seek out Nate, tossing up whether to try the house or the hangar first. She needed to burn off excess energy and a part of her knew exactly how he would suggest doing it.
