Marked From Birth
"They’re loud, they’re ugly, and they’re fast. We hit the Manor, you grab whatever 'essence' you need from those pits, and we get out before the Avatar realizes we’ve left the holes."
The sleds were monstrous machines of iron and treads. As they burst out of the mine entrance, the cold air of the North hit Audrey like a physical fist. The sky was a permanent, electric sapphire.
They tore through the frozen forest. Everything was glass. A deer was frozen mid-leap, its body a translucent blue statue. Audrey looked away. It was too beautiful to be so dead.