Sublime

And beside him, dressed in black as he had been before, the constable stood watching us as well. Or, more correctly, watching me. ‘Well, now.’ The constable’s voice was as smooth as the fin of a shark slicing water. ‘And who have we here?’

But the humans have her in their grip, and she’ll never get free again.

sable

good blood and a good disposition. One

conchology,

“You’re a good man,” she said. “I’ve never known anyone like you.”

Panting and snorting like a mad battle steed that has lost its rider, the masterless ocean overruns the globe.