Crank Novels & Stories

"The crank!" She let go of me. I collapsed against the wet wood of the wheel, gasping for air. She gripped the lever. It was rusted solid. She didn't strain. She didn't grunt. She just channeled that cold, white rage I had seen in the Deadlands. She screamed, a sound of pure frustration, and ripped the lever out of the housing. The wheel groaned. A metal gear ground against stone, and a hidden door in the bank of the river slid open with a hiss of pressurized air.