Amphitrite

An Excerpt:

The rollers repeatedly rushed in and shored up the sand to cradle it in their gentle embrace. Enthralled by the beauty of the froth gambolling around her feet, Elsie did not notice a silent figure approaching from behind. "Waiting for that condemned monster?" asked the stranger with a heavy accent and a scathing tone. Despite the fact that no one would address her man as anything else, other than the terms: monster, demon, abomination, Elsie could not contain her indignation. Wi...