Terry Caszatt books

Brass Monkeys (2010)

Jack snatched up a boat hook. He started to say something, but it was drowned out by a series of chords that seemed to come from the bowels of the Earth. “Big uh-oh,” muttered Ray. “Steady,” said Jack. Then, as if a curtain had been raised, we drifted out of the mist into a blinding pool of light...