Every morning they lit on that rock and just stood there with their wings spread-eagle, as if they were drying out their laundry. Except those birds had done the same thing, at the same time of day, for the entire summer. Now that wasn’t particularly unusual cormorants were sea birds and sea birds landed on rocks all the time.

On the last clear day in August, seven great black cormorants flew in a wedge out over the Atlantic and lit on a rock in a lazy cove on Arrant Island. I hope there are hot rods in Heaven, my love. JOHN CHRISTOPHER STADLER May 14, 1948-February 8, 1996 To Dewey Weber surfboards and ’57 Chevys, Woman in white - © James Blinn | īackground painting - © Javarman | You can contact us at the address above or at our websites – and 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 We at BelleBooks enjoy hearing from readers. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without permission in writing from the publisher, except by a reviewer, who may quote brief passages in a review. Printed and bound in the United States of America.Īll rights reserved. Any resemblance to actual persons (living or dead,) events or locations is entirely coincidental.īell Bridge Books is an Imprint of BelleBooks, Inc. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Visit Jill at and Jill Barnett Books on Facebook “Not just more women, but something better.” He nodded at the women. “Aye.” Eachann leaned against the railing with his arms crossed. They were wiggling and elbowing one another, each fighting to try to sit upright.Ĭalum swore graphically and looked at Eachann. It took a moment to see the lump wasn’t a loch monster, but two gagged, sopping wet women dressed in expensive silk gowns and wrapped up tightly in an ancient mackerel net. A wet bundle of rich silk and white skin, of four flailing arms and a kicking foot here and there. He stared down at what looked like some kind of monster-a huge lump. There was a muffled noise that sounded like a loud cawing seagull trapped in the middle of a haystack.Ĭalum held the lamp low over the holding tank and cast a glance inside. Something I decided we do need after all.” Eachann leaned down and lifted the latch cover. “Right in here is the answer to all our troubles of late. A GIFT.”Ĭalum suspected this was another one of Eachann’s sick jokes. “I’VE BROUGHT SOMETHING FOR YOU, BROTHER.

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