Wednesday, May 15, 2024


"Neither men nor fence slats but rows of bowed staves or spears or...spines, all shifting and bristling in suspect motion."

"Oarfish was the only choice she lingered on—the only thing long enough—but Colleen knew this was no way an oarfish. Oarfish didn't have spikes near that high and didn't have legs at all."

"A second only or less, but in that flash she saw the lumpy globe at its north end, the two curling tusks that hung beneath it. And she saw the same silver-blue sheen she'd seen off the crust on her downstairs door."

"Not tusks then. Appendages of some kind. If the round part was the head they might be fangs."

Scott Nicolay, after

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