This is a working sample from a piece that I’ve written about forty-thousand words of. I’m undecided whether to call it Dark Tides or The Repaired. It’s annoying me.
The tides sucked and pulled, pulled and sucked, the disparate occupants of the boat left to shield worried faces from the sea spray. If ever a scene was further from that of the Homelands, Kara found it hard to imagine.
Lord Caw and Squab appeared even less enamoured than Kara, Kyle and the professor. Lord Caw had turned his back to them, his great black feathers flicking up in the wind like black eels to peck at his neck. Squab remained impassive. The larger of the Crows stared into the chopping waters with a face like thunder and mood to match. Kara pitied any Shark Man that returned; storms crackled behind Squab’s eyes, he wreaked of revenge.