With quick glances, Peter turned his head to the right and looked out over the Atlantic Ocean thirty feet below. There were hints of deep, translucent blue but mostly the ocean shimmered like diamond dust, all white light too bright to hold any colour at all.
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White Shark
The room filled with an explosion of sound, a cracking, crunching, and mechanical sound…
The JAWSfest Murders
When he fell, the man smashed his head against a tree stump, wedging a piece of bark into his eye…
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My books are available at Amazon.com as well as carried by Edgartown Books, 44 Main Street, Edgartown, Mass, on Martha’s Vineyard. Another perfect summer is in full swing on Martha’s Vineyard when Charles Williams arrives for the vacation of a […]