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Burton & Swinburne, Tome 1 : L'étrange affaire de Spring Heeled Jack

  • 26 Avril 2013
  • Mark Hodder
  • Steampunk, Science-Fiction, Aventure

Extraits du moment

  • ** Extrait offert par Andréa Deslacs **

    Alistair avait chaud et son cœur battait à tout rompre dans sa poitrine. Dans la chambre à côté, on s’envoyait en l’air. Il n’accordait pourtant aucune attention aux râles de son voisin ni aux cris de sa catin. Sa respiration était difficile et ses paumes transpirantes pour une raison autre qu’une quelconque excitation. Il essuya les mains sur son pantalon de tweed et tenta de repousser les mèches châtaines qui s’étaient retrouvées collées sur son haut front. Son œil agité se porta une seconde à la table devant la fenêtre. Il n’avait pas pris soin de cacher ses seringues et s’il avait dit que le sang sur les mouchoirs posés à côté n’était pas le sien, on ne l’aurait pas cru.

    J’ai de la fièvre. Ça n’a pas marché.

    Extrait de La Fièvre de l'or rouge
  • "Au final... j'ai dupé tout le monde... y compris moi-même... et j'ai érigé une montagne de cadavres... au sommet de laquelle je suis maintenant perché. Quoi qu'il en soit... pour l'heure, tout mon esprit est accaparé... par ce mystérieux sous-sol. Que l'opération en elle-même soit une réussite ou un échec, j'espère en tout cas... pouvoir y accéder, avant de mourir... afin de découvrir ce que Grisha Jäger y a laissé... et apprendre enfin la vérité sur notre monde!"

    Extrait de L’Attaque des Titans, Tome 19
  • A resounding snore from the driver’s side of the cart told Mina that Constable Newberry had fallen asleep for the third time since midnight. She couldn’t blame him. From the moment he’d collected Mina from her doorstep the previous morning, they’d barely had a moment to rest. A strangling in a Limehouse rookery had been followed by a stabbing at Temple Fair—and although thirty people had witnessed that murder, not a one had been willing to tell her who’d wielded the knife.

    Not one while they’d been at the fair, that was. Five minutes after returning to police headquarters with the body, she’d received a message from the squealer Tommy Haymaker: if she met him on Anglesey Street beside the Somerset House stables at midnight, he’d tell her what he’d seen in exchange for a few pennies.

    The time for that meeting had passed hours before. Tommy Haymaker hadn’t shown, Mina’s bottom had long gone numb on the cart’s bench seat, but she and Newberry wouldn’t be returning to their beds yet. A fog choked the streets, and even with the cart’s gas lanterns burning on full, she couldn’t see five feet through the thick yellow mist. Leaving now, they’d be as likely to drive into the Thames as arrive safely at their homes. So she’d let Newberry sleep.

    He didn’t for long. After only ten minutes, the constable woke, rubbing his palms against his heavy side whiskers as if he could brush the exhaustion from his face. He glanced over at Mina, who watched him with raised brows. She wasn’t surprised by the sudden color in his cheeks—she’d quickly learned that her new assistant blushed easily. If he’d known that she’d heard his snores, he might have combusted on the spot.

    Newberry cleared his throat. “I’ll keep watch now, sir, if you want to rest.”

    “It’s hardly safe to let one’s guard down in this part of town, constable.”

    “No, sir.” His blush deepened, but a stubborn sort of pride appeared in the set of his whiskered jaw. “But as I’m your guard, you wouldn’t be.”

    “So you are.” A good man, her Newberry. Mina wouldn’t be able to sleep, though, not if the only position available to her was with her head hanging over the back of the bench and her throat exposed. She looked out into the fog. “But on this stretch of the Thames, it behooves us to have two sets of eyes. Did you hear of The Fisherman in Manhattan City, constable?”

    Though Newberry had only recently arrived in London from the New World, some stories crossed oceans. This one obviously hadn’t, however. The constable shook his head.

    “It was in all the newssheets here—a series of murders shortly after the revolution,” Mina said. “But the newssheets said it began while the Horde was still in power. They claimed that the murderer had once been a fisherman on the Thames— Have you seen one yet, Newberry?”

    “A fisherman, sir?” Newberry’s forehead creased, as if trying to fathom why she’d ask such a question. “Plenty of them, out on the boats.”

    Mina shook her head, lifting her hands and curving her fingers. “The Horde grafted on hooks and retractable chains, the better to haul up the catch. But this fisherman, they said his hook caught on one of the giant eels. It pulled him overboard and dragged him down, through all of the bodies down there in the muck.”

    He frowned. “Bodies at the bottom, sir? The bodies in the river east of Manhattan City always floated after a day or two.”

    Good. Even exhausted, her assistant had a fine head on his shoulders. “Not if they have a steel prosthetic weighing them down, constable.”

    Newberry appeared doubtful, but nodded.

    Extrait de The Iron Seas, Tome 0.6 : The Hook
  • "C’était un sujet tabou, mais Marie n’était pas la première fille à s’évaporer dans la nature. Des rumeurs couraient dans les ateliers : les ouvrières parlaient de fugue, d’enlèvement, de rencontres bizarres… Depuis, une peur sourde régnait. Juste avant de disparaître, Marie avait eu des visions, comme Martial. Et les autres moulinières également.

    Un mot revenait sans cesse sur leurs lèvres, et il se répandit très vite dans l’usine : doyou. Oui, elles avaient raison : le doyou…"

    Extrait de Au bout du fil
  • - Dis Niche... le drôle de truc, sur ta tête... qu'est-ce que c'est ?

    - Ah! Ça ? C'est "Steak"!

    - Euh... C'est son nom ? Ah! C'est un des animaux rares de love someone down, et il t'a suivie depuis là-bas ? On dirait qu'il s'est attaché à toi... Mais pourquoi tu l'as appelé "Steak" ?

    - Parce qu'à moins de le cuire il a pas l'air appétissant.

    - TU COMPTES LE MANGER ?!

    Extrait de Letter Bee, Tome 2

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