The monster barreled in unannounced, a dense black predator devouring the unwitting summer night. Ruthless. Fire-breathing.
Intent on destroying all in its path.
I was in its path.
I was going to die.
Boom!
Snap!
Thunder cracked. Lightning burst overhead and streaked toward a bobbing horizon, turning narrow swaths of sky a sickly yellow green.
Boom!
Snap!
Again and again.
The air smelled of ozone, angry water, oil, and mud.
I was hunkered low on the deck of a nineteen-foot Boston Whaler, wind whipping my jacket and hair, rain pounding my hunched shoulders and back. With all my might, I clung to a steel upright, desperate not to be flung overboard. Or electrically fried…
Really would like to read all of these books.