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    Opener of the Ways: The Inexplicable Adventures of Miss Alice Lovelady, #4
    Opener of the Ways: The Inexplicable Adventures of Miss Alice Lovelady, #4
    Opener of the Ways: The Inexplicable Adventures of Miss Alice Lovelady, #4
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    Opener of the Ways: The Inexplicable Adventures of Miss Alice Lovelady, #4

    By Sadie Swift

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    Sent on the first available flight out of Britain to avoid questions concerning the destruction of a certain Russian airship, Sir Percival and I find ourselves in Egypt, the land of very large, very strange structures.

    Not having travelled overseas before I'm determined to enjoy the experience but find myself having visions of strange beings, females worshipping me, and my violent death.

    What do they mean? And what must I do to prevent my dream death from becoming reality?

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherSadie Swift
    Release dateNov 1, 2016
    ISBN9781540166883
    Opener of the Ways: The Inexplicable Adventures of Miss Alice Lovelady, #4

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      Opener of the Ways - Sadie Swift

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      I was happier flying through the clouds, imagining we were on a ship on the ocean sailing through a thick fog. Even the bursts of sunlight and blue sky above could be explained away like this, but the glimpses of the ground, so very far below, couldn’t.

      Sir Percival and I were aboard an airship heading for foreign parts, more specifically Egypt. Why? Well, mainly to avoid having to answer direct questions concerning our possible roles in the destruction of the Russian State airship, the strange disappearance of two of the Russian Royal Family, the lack of a rather tasty aetheric device from the aforementioned airship’s wreckage, and not even beginning to hint at the merest mention of the disappearance of the world’s largest sapphire. This type of thing does tend to put a crimp in the number of one’s afternoon tea invitations.

      The Department, in its wisdom, had decided to remove our presence from Britain’s soil to let the situation between the two superpowers cool down. I note, with some irony, that they neglected to mention to anyone the aetheric device (of most doubtful provenance) currently residing in an anonymous house in London. I could tell Sir Percival was champing at the bit to get back and see how it worked.

      There was also the fact that I was mourning the loss of Katherine, my lover. Thankfully Sir Percival seemed to know enough to leave me be. He probably wasn’t used to dealing with such ‘women’s emotions’ anyway. Or perhaps it was just the way I growled at him whenever he mentioned I was being a nervous ninny about how so very high we were flying.

      I wished I could enjoy the flight more. Travelling on an intercontinental airship used to be a dream of mine, but discovering, quite by accident, I had a fear of heights meant that I avoided the quite stunning panoramas out of the large windows. Sir Percival, curse him, had no problems and always wanted to sit us as close as possible to the outer edge of the sumptuous dining room. I, however, wished to avoid the downward views and therefore preferred sitting as far away from the windows as possible, so we usually agreed on a table somewhere between the two extremes.

      Thankfully the non-height parts of the journey were splendid. The adjoining rooms we had were even better than those at the Department’s stately house (although not as ostentatious as those aboard a certain, un-named, Russian airship), and I’m sure even Mrs Miggins would grudgingly approve of the food.

      In all, life wasn’t awful. It was just terribly black without Katherine.

      After several days into the journey I had the misfortune to glimpse a large area of blue below us and Sir Percival took great delight in informing me that we were over the Mediterranean Sea. Our journey was nearing its end. What we were supposed to accomplish whilst in Egypt was a mystery. I wasn’t even sure we had a purpose in the country, and had an inkling that the Department had only paid so much money for us to go because it was the earliest foreign journey out of Britain available when I arrived back at the stately house after losing– No, I wouldn’t go there. It was still too painful.

      Ever fancied being an Egyptologist, Miss Lovelady? Sir Percival enquired at breakfast the day after I saw the Mediterranean horribly far below us.

      Not really, I replied, over some splendid eggs.

      I hear some chap by the name of Howard Carter is trying to drum up support for something or other.

      Well, bully for him. Oh? I said non-committedly.

      Indeed. Apparently the fellow seems to believe he’s onto the biggest discovery of the century.

      I hadn’t taken you to be interested in such sensationalism, Sir Percival.

      "I find it pays to keep abreast of a wide range of

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