The continent was a collision of lanterns, or a surf of glowing pearls hanging untroubled amid Wallop’s storms. The cities’ curving sides cradled the white of towers and the green of cultivated jungles that raveled them like verdigris staining a glass ball.
Wisps of dark cloud began drifting across this vision as the airship picked up speed.(126)
In Lockstep, Hard SF shakes hands with Space Opera and YA. The tropes may be familiar, but the underlying concept proves mind-bendingly original. Schroeder has crafted a great new universe. Does the novel live up to premise and promise?