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- “All I wanted was what you have,” the merman whispered. Dark blood was trickling from his nostrils, and veins bulged across his chest and face.
- …
- Nautilus sighed and sagged in the hero’s grip. St. George hung in the air. The ships were tiny models far below, the little Matchbox boats he’d had as a kid.
- Then the merman twisted around and slammed a punch into the hero’s side. It was hard and sudden enough to break St. George’s concentration. They dropped a few feet before he focused again.
- Nautilus threw his arm up, slid free of the half-nelson, and kept dropping.
- Excerpt From Ex-Isle, pg 643
- Peter Clines
- https://books.apple.com/us/book/ex-isle/id989619017
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