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- Blisters dotted Nautilus’s arms. In places his blue skin had sloughed off to show tender, raw flesh beneath it. Heat radiated off his body. He glared down at St. George.
- “Why?” he growled. “Why couldn’t you just leave us alone?” His punch slammed St. George’s head back against the metal deck. The boxing-glove fist came down again and again.
- St. George pushed down against gravity and threw the merman off him. Nautilus spun in the air and landed in a crouch. He took a step forward, and the tanker deck brightened.
- Excerpt From Ex-Isle, pg 639
- Peter Clines
- https://books.apple.com/us/book/ex-isle/id989619017
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