From Paul Stewart and Chris Riddell's The Edge Chronicles: The Immortals
“The eerie, booming call of the steam klaxon reverberated through the cabin, wrenching the dozen snoring phraxminers from their sleep.”
“‘Not even here in this place of ghosts and demons and half-formed things!’ bellowed the wild-eyed sky pirate captain, his voice cracking as he struggled to make himself heard above the screaming wind.”
From Paul Stewart and Chris Riddell's The Edge Chronicles: Clash of the Sky Galleons
“The academic, in his grubby, paint-splattered robes of faded ‘viaduct’ blue, turned the crank lever with his free hand.”
From Paul Stewart and Chris Riddell's The Edge Chronicles: The Winter Knights
“What are we going to do?”
From Paul Stewart and Chris Riddell's The Edge Chronicles: Freeglader
“It was cold in the great chamber; bitter cold.”
From Paul Stewart and Chris Riddell's The Edge Chronicles: Vox
“The young under-librarian awoke drenched in sweat.”
From Paul Stewart and Chris Riddell's The Edge Chronicles: The Last of the Sky Pirates
“The great vaulted entrance-hall to the Palace of Shadows was silent save for the hiss of the wind and the soft, yet echoing footfall of the immense insect-like creature that teetered unsteadily across the marble floor.”
From Paul Stewart and Chris Riddell's The Edge Chronicles: Curse of the Gloamglozer
“Out in the vast cloudscape, a lone sky ship in full sail cut through the thin air.”
From Paul Stewart and Chris Riddell's The Edge Chronicles: Midnight Over Sanctaphrax
“Twig sat on the floor between his mother’s knees, and curled his toes in the thick fleece of the tilder rug.”
From Paul Stewart and Chris Riddell's The Edge Chronicles: Beyond the Deepwoods
First Sentence of a New World 