Chapter One: Thor's MountainPing, ping.
Uncle Stoppard tightened his seat belt. He turned to me and said, "That's the five-thousand-foot signal."
Through the plane window I saw a vast field of greenish-blue water. We were descending over the Atlantic Ocean. I squashed my face against the clear plastic and stretched my eyeballs to get a glimpse of our destination. A brown shore of jagged jigsaw pieces was rushing toward us. Farther away the sun was rising over dark, sharp-edged mountains. Volcano country.
"You should put that away," said Uncle Stoppard. "If we have a bumpy landing, those papers will fly all over...