Sophrina actually began to feel a tiny bit of dread in the pit of her stomach. What if there really are werewolves roaming the moor?
And then, there it was. The mist broke. The last rays of the sun cast a long shadow out of the carriage and lit up Mademoiselle Geraldine's finishing academy for Young Ladies of Quality. And no, the school wasn't dashing around the moor on hundreds of tiny little legs. It was bobbing above it in chubby floating majesty.
Boken er underholdende, men tok litt tid å komme inn i. Jeg er for øyeblikket på side 200/300 og den begynner endelig å ta seg opp. Språket er noe innviklet der forfatteren har prøvd å bruke ord fra 1800-tallet for å beskrive ulike oppfunnede maskiner. Jeg skal i hvertfall fullføre denne ganske snart.