Sailing toward dawn and I was perched atop the crow's nest being the ship's eyes. We were two nights out of Sydney and there'd been no weather to speak of so far. I was keeping watch on a dark stack of nimbus clouds off to the northwest but we were leaving it far behind and it looked to be smooth going all the way back to Lionsgate City. Like riding a cloud.. Matt Cruse is a cabin boy on the Aurora a huge airship that sails hundreds of feet above the ocean ferrying wealthy passengers from city to city. It is the life Matt's always wanted convinced he's lighter than air he imagines himself as buoyant as the hydrium gas that powers his ship. One night he meets a dying balloonist who speaks of beautiful creatures drifting through the skies. It is only after Matt meets the balloonist's granddaughter that he realizes that the man's ravings may in fact have been true and that the creatures are completely real and utterly mysterious.