From the Oceans Depths [NOOK Book]

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Man came from the sea. Mercer, by his thought-telegraph, learns from the weirdly beautiful ocean-maiden of a branch that returned there.


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From somewhere out on the black, heaving Atlantic, the rapid, muffled popping of a speed-boat’s exhaust drifted clearly through the night.
I dropped my book and...
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From the Oceans Depths

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Overview

Man came from the sea. Mercer, by his thought-telegraph, learns from the weirdly beautiful ocean-maiden of a branch that returned there.


Excerpt

From somewhere out on the black, heaving Atlantic, the rapid, muffled popping of a speed-boat’s exhaust drifted clearly through the night.
I dropped my book and stretched, leaning back more comfortably in my chair. There was real romance and adventure! Rum-runners, seeking out their hidden port with their cargo of contraband from Cuba. Heading fearlessly through the darkness, fighting the high seas, still running after the storm of a day or so before, daring a thousand dangers for the sake of the straw-packed bottles they carried. Sea-bronzed men, with hard, flat muscles and fearless eyes; ready guns slapping their thighs as they––
Absorbed in my mental picture of these modern free-booters, the sudden alarm of the telephone startled me like an unexpected shot fired beside my ear. Brushing the cigarette ashes from my smoking-jacket, I crossed the room and snatched up the receiver.
“Hello!” I snapped ungraciously into the mouthpiece. It was after eleven by the ship’s clock on the mantel, and if––
“Taylor?” The voice––Warren Mercer’s familiar voice––rattled on without waiting for a reply. “Get in your car and come down here as fast as possible. Come just as you are, and––”

“What’s the matter?” I managed to interrupt him. “Burglars?” I had never heard Mercer speak in that high-pitched, excited voice before; his usual speech was slow and thoughtful, almost didactic.
“Please, Taylor, don’t waste time questioning me. If it weren’t urgent, I wouldn’t be calling you, you know. Will you come?”
“You bet!” I said quickly, feeling rather a fool for ragging him when he was in such deadly earnest. “Have––”
The receiver snapped and crackled; Mercer had hung up the instant he had my assurance that I would come. Usually the very soul of courtesy and consideration, that act alone would have convinced me that there was an urgent need for my presence at The Monstrosity. That was Mercer’s own name for the impressive pile that was at once his residence and his laboratory.
I threw off the smoking-jacket and pulled on a woolen golfing sweater, for the wind was brisk and sharpish. In two minutes I was backing the car out of the garage; a moment later I was off the graveled drive and tearing down the concrete with the accelerator all the way down, and the black wind shrieking around the windshield of my little roadster.
My own shack was out of the city limits––a little place I keep to live in when the urge to go fishing seizes me, which is generally about twice a year. Mercer picked the place up for me at a song.
The Monstrosity was some four miles further out from town, and off the highway perhaps a half-mile more.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781612100593
  • Publisher: eStar Books LLC
  • Publication date: 10/31/2010
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • File size: 163 KB

Meet the Author

Sewell Peaslee Wright (1897-1970) was an American science fiction writer.
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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 28, 2014

    |~|Novapaw's Path|~| part 2

    The next morning, Novakit woke to the sound of claws scraping on a rock. She stood drowsily and stumbled over to Darkkit. "What are you doing?" Novakit asked. No reply came for a while except for more scraping. "Sharpening my claws." He replied easily. Novakit rolled her eyes. She went and woke Winterkit and Foxkit. "Let's go." Foxkit meowed. The four cats set off. Darkkit caught three mice. He tortured them, but he caught food anyways. The shes felt wrong eating it. They were five moons old now. Novakit and the others wanted their destination to come fast. They started to hear odd noises and smell scents of other cats. They were weary and settled down after a half a day of walking. They slept for an hour, then set out again. They smelled a line of scents. "What now?" Novakit asked. They all shrugged. "Maybe this is the border that marks those cat clans that mom told us about." Foxkit meowed, sniffing the scent mark. The pine trees beyond looked forbidding for any cat like the she cats. "Perhaps you are right." A voice growled. A group of four cats stepped out of the forest. Three bared their teeth. The other was looking at them with her large amber eyes. The largest, a black and gray tom stepped forward. "You are not welcome here!" He growled. The other two flanked him. One was a dark gray, and the other a russet. They were both toms. The other two growled, as if to agree. The pretty tan she stepped forward. "Darkblaze, I think Silverstar would welcome them into ShadowClan with open paws." The she said. "Are you mouse-brained, Tawnyfoot? These could be spies!" Darkblaze meowed. "Right, Crowtalon and Ferrettooth?" The tom, Crowtalon nodded, his large gray head boqing. So did Ferrettooth. A sixth cat padded in. "Take them to our camp." He meowed. His silver pelt shining. Ghe group of four lead them to a clearing and to a certain den at the roots of a tree. "You may stay here under Tawnyfoots care. She has two kits of her own. Go inside." Ferrettooth meowed, hate shining in his eyes. The four kits went inside, and saw two other kits. They ran over to their mother, Tawnyfoot, their brown pelts shning. "Rowankit, Mousekit m meet these four kits." Tawnyfoot meowed. "Hi! Who are you four!" Mousekit mrowed. "I am Whitekit, and these are my sisters, Foskit and Novakit. This is-" Whitekit explained, broken off by Darkkit. "I am Darkkit." He meowed. "Welcome to ShadowClan!" A voice said, they found it belonged to a strong silver tom, the same tom the saw in the forest. "I am Silverstar, and I will be your foster father now." He said. -&star- Thaks for reading! Check next result for more after I have had one review on this part. Again, thanks!
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