On Deadly Tides (A Wendover House Mystery Book 3) - Plot & Excerpts
It began with choking which threatened to wake me. My nose filled up with the putrid smell of things rotting on the shore and made me gag. Aware that my body was still in bed, I was also standing on the low side of the island, just beyond the reach of the surf. It was dark, but the moon was full and I could see clearly as the glowing fogbank moved in. My muscles trembled, telling me to run, but I stood with bare feet rooted to the rough sand. It wasn’t the fog I feared but the shape growing within it. Tall, almost boneless, luminescent except for the craterous eyes and the needle fangs thrusting out of its mouth. It lurched but its haunches were strong, dragging its tail behind it. Terror is an extraordinary thing. It can be nauseating, an urgent warning from that inner voice of reason to stay away from something deadly. But sometimes it is oddly captivating, even addicting, and adrenaline gives us the imprudent urge to rush out into the dark when we hear a noise, or to look in the basement to see if perhaps a monster does wait beneath the stairs that can be very strong.
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