cold-jet

Updated: May 10, 2025

The hot-jets had stopped firing and he could hear the whine of the cold-jet rotors. Then he could see Litchfield, dominated by the Airport Building, so thick that it looked squat for all its height, like a candle-stump in a puddle of its own grease, the other buildings under their carapace of terraces and landing stages seeming to have flowed away from it.

H. Beam Piper - Graveyard of Dreams

Sergeant Harry Quong and Corporal Hassan Bogdanoff took their places in the front seat; the car lifted, turned to nose into the wind, and rose in a slow spiral. "Where now, sir?" Quong asked. "Back to Konkrook; to the island." The nose of the car swung east by south; the cold-jet rotors began humming, and the hot-jets were cut in.

H. Beam Piper - Ullr Uprising