(Sample Chapter)
The intercom system crackled... Godwit spoke placidly, “They cannot enter, Jasmin. You and the 2nd Parchment are safe. Put your seatbelt on and close your windows.”    
    Despite his reassurance, she was petrified and shaking. “F-feels like I’m s-sinking, G-Godwit!”
    “You are indeed. Your sidecar’s nose will tilt into the bog then you will accelerate sharply into the earth.”
    “Where am I going?”
    “To Lake Windermere, via the Lakeland Spokes,” added Godwit, whilst checking his wristwatch. “Your speed-draught blows through in twenty seconds.”
    Jasmin had experienced a speed-draught on four previous occasions, but had always been accompanied by Sylvanor or Lancer. She knew the high-speed journeys were intensely frightening and similar to the world’s worst death-defying rollercoaster rides, although speed-draughts were always dreadfully cold and located deep beneath Lakeland... Disused mines, abandoned shafts and long forsaken industrial tunnels had been dovetailed with subterranean geological faults over centuries to make the most intricate, complicated and intimidating racetrack ever created. (Unbeknownst to Jasmin, an ironic twist of fate would see the final cataclysmic conclusion to her sinister adventure in Lakeland unfold over three unbearable days and nights within the longest speed-draught she’d ever experienced.)  Please search 'Lakeland Spokes' on Amazon Books