I’m going to get panned for this but, what the $%^£, its Christmas!
THE SEA SON
Strange. An unusual title for a book. Heavy too. Seal skin bound and embossed with glyphs in a tongue she bearly understood. Her fingers traced the delicate clam shell clasp. A wholly unknown world surged within. Inexplicably, Julia’s head filled with rolling breakers and the call of gulls. Poseidon beckoned.