Page 2 of Murder on the SS Leviathan
His present face, livid-scarred from other flames, would make even the bravest harlot cower.
That thought was not unappealing. He’d long had a taste for conquering dainty sensibilities.
For now, he would shovel coal, and hold his pain between his teeth.
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Who knows what lurks in the deepest ocean dark; what mysterious eels and razor-mouthed fish, what creatures of claw and tentacle. Creatures who prey on those who fail to look, or whose eyes face the wrong way.
Monsters, some would call them, but they are merely unknown. Things beyond our understanding always stir fear.
Does such a creature watch theLeviathanas it steams through the waves of the vast Atlantic?
Perhaps.
But, not all things fearsome inhabit the depths.
Some live among us.
