Not sure if the Skein of Shadows novellas are exactly your cup o' tea? Want a bit more of an "insider's look" before making the big commitment to purchase a copy of Seaborn Sentinel? We Wandering Men understand completely! So, to help you along your decision, we thought we'd start providing some concise little samples for you to metaphorically "chew on"...
So, take a dive into Seaborn Sentinel with this tantalizing excerpt:
The smooth, twisting shell of the underwater crustacean spiraled outward, increasing in size as it went. Nothing moved within the confines of the shell. Perhaps it was empty, or perhaps the creature within feared discovery, sensing some threat or movement nearby. Silt crabs were, after all, odd creatures. They usually lived in the watery depths, thriving around sea kelp beds or decaying coral reefs. But there was no such habitation here, only a single silt crab shell surrounded by blue waters that deepened gradually into blackness. A lone figure moved gracefully through the beryl brine, intent on the shell. His blue-scaled skin blended perfectly with the water around him. His hand reached down to the shell, plucking it from the sand gently. Grains of sand fell through the webbed fingers of the figure's hands like sands through an hourglass counting down time. The al
