The Problem Of Thor Bridge Novels & Stories

The Acolytes collapsed to the ground, the crimson light in their eyes vanishing as the frequency died. The Cost of Freedom As the steam cleared, Elena ran onto the gantry. She found Killian and Kofi standing over Thomas. The old architect was slumped against the cooling tank, his breathing shallow, his hands charred from the heat of the lever. "Did... did we catch it?" Thomas rasped, a faint smile touching his scarred lips. "We caught it, Dad," Elena said, kneeling beside him and taking his hand. "The fault line is stable. The bridge is gone."

I glance up for confirmation… "This will take the heavy traffic, the volume of traffic that's clogging up the City? It looks too… fine." Bob beams. "Absolutely. I've had a team of three go over the calculations. Individually and as a team. It stacks up. The bridge is build-able. And the models in the wind and water tunnels stack up too. Very little vibration. No resonance. It'll stand up to conditions forty-per-cent beyond the one-in-a-thousand-year model." Will Hmmms over the sketch he's examining. "What's the name of this artist of yours, Bob? He famous? Someone we should know? If he isn't, he should be."

she offered, as if she were offering me poison. “I had one last night,” I replied ignoring the venom in her voice. “I imagine I’m going to get filthy tonight, so there’s no point to it.” “Tonight?” Akyran raised his eyebrows. “The bridges are going to come down,” I explained. “We’re going to have to part the river and dry the banks enough that we can pass over. Daerton would have us create new bridges, but I think that is too risky. They will be expecting that.” “Hmm,” he poured wine into two goblets and passed one to me. “Sounds like fun.”