moonlight sashimi 6

And he swam.  Swam like crazy, like it was the first time in his life he’d hit the water.  Like a guided missile, like grace.

To his mate.

Except that there was something wrong with the water.  Dimly, shark-brain could remember snow – a strange, alien concept of solid, floating water, drifting through the air.

One might as well conceive of solid air, to shark-brain.

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