Free Vikings battle Zeppelins while forbidden desires spark! (Swords Versus Tanks Book 2) by M Harold Page

winter storm. At the edge of the smoking pit lay Ragnar, his chest a mess of blood and smashed bone.
    First bleakness, like bare sand left by a retreating wave. Then a tide of pure rage. Steelcutter came to Ranulph’s hand. He threw his head back and roared, "Come down and fight!"
    "I can help with that," said Lady Maud, beside him.
    Ranulph fought down the fury. Battle-madness would only hinder his revenge. "The vessel will be priest-blessed," he said.
    "The surrounding air is not." Her fingers dug into his arm. "But you must vow to protect Jasmine."
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    Just as Jasmine strode back into the Main Deck, the airship lurched.
    The great vessel was free of yet another stick of bombs.
    Thuds came from the hull.
    She forced herself to walk — not run — between the crew stations and was careful not to disturb the team of priests around their altar. Unlike a civilian dirigible, the Airship Bomber's Main Deck ran above the keel inside the envelope. The natives had nothing that could punch through the yielding sheets of woven firesilk, and if they had more exotic… Anomalies at their disposal, the priests were supposed to be able to protect the airship.
    She reached the railings around the sunken Control Car in time to see something bang off its Flexiglass walls. It left behind a whitened dent.
    Lowenstein flinched like a man who'd found an electric eel in his bathtub.
    Jasmine laughed.
    The Elitist twisted to glare up at her. Then came the rumble of the bombs doing their work. He laughed. "This is more like it!"
    Jasmine frowned. "Most of them are civilians," she said.
    "Fortune of war," said Lowenstein. "They need only stop projecting their psionic field." He reached out with his cane and tapped the bomb aimer’s shoulder. "Now the longships. Barbarian status symbols!"
    The airship wheeled and glided over the small gatehouse which dominated the natural harbour at the base of the cliffs. Yet more bolts flew from the castle’s giant crossbows, rebounding from the firesilk or denting the Flexiglass.
    "Careful of the gatehouse," said Jasmine. "We might need Lady Maud as a figurehead."
    Lowenstein just laughed. "I think..." He began.
    The airship lurched down. Stars whirled past and Jasmine's stomach leapt into her chest.
    "Air pocket," said the pilot. "Dumping ballast." The airship juddered like a faulty elevator then halted, engines racing. "We're stuck in some weird shit atmospheric anomaly."
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    “Well done, Milady,” said Ranulph. “Hold her steady, if you will.” He leaned out from the parapet of the Sea Tower.
    Below, the airborne monster nestled against the crags like an infernal salmon hugging a riverbank. The hull seemed to be silk stretched taut over longitudinal ribs. Even if were impervious to springald bolts, surely a sharp sword could saw through. His fingers tightened on Steelcutter. He just needed to find a way inside and get to grips with the crew.
    A circular fence broke the smooth lines of the thing's spine. It had to be enclosing a trapdoor. Ranulph’s eyes narrowed. Could he really jump that far?
    From behind came the distinctive jingle of dozens of men moving in mailshirts — the last of Ragnar’s housecarls. "Go back!"
    "To what?" asked Thorolf. "We live, yet Ragnar is unavenged."
    "Sir Ranulph, you are somewhat under-dressed," said Lady Maud, over their heads. "And we need that airship more than you need a heroic death."
    The mailed warriors crowded around Ranulph. He was the only man in just doublet and hose. He nodded.
    "Prepare yourself," said Lady Maud. "My sylph will help you all make the leap, but that is the last of my three wishes."
    The craft swam up towards them.
    Ranulph stepped back a few paces and sheathed Steelcutter. Around him, the housecarls followed suit, slinging shields and axes on their backs, scabbarding blades.
    He sprinted towards the battlements, and threw himself into the void. Icy tendrils tangled his limbs. The stars rushed past.
    His feet hit the airship. It yielded then