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MAY WE PLEASE THE SEA: Chapter Nine
I haul the drowning god across the seafloor, his head lolling against my shoulder with every step. He needs my breath, and I can’t give it to him down…
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MAY WE PLEASE THE SEA: Chapter Eight
I shoot out of the bubble-tree on my one held breath and kick hard for the god. He’s already turning toward the dome. I have to reach him before he…
Nov 7
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Director's Cut: Chapter Seven
I drove 40 minutes to the beach to practice coughing underwater.
Nov 3
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October 2026
MAY WE PLEASE THE SEA: Chapter Seven
I turn my head to take a breath, and a wave of unholy waters slams into my open mouth. Salty. Rotten. I sputter and cough, my stroke falling apart...
Oct 31
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Director's Cut: Chapter Six
My sister asked "And then what?" and I didn't have an answer.
Oct 27
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MAY WE PLEASE THE SEA: Chapter Six
The Holy Crone crawled from the canoe onto the empty dock, her weak arms quivering pathetically. She hadn’t lifted a paddle since she’d risen from…
Oct 24
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Director's Cut: Chapter Five
I told my mom I was going to kill all the old women in my book. Now she’s the Holy Crone.
Oct 20
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MAY WE PLEASE THE SEA: Chapter Five
My scream disappears into the sea. I thrash, bracing for the burn the Ocean Law promises any sinner who touches these waters. My back slams into coral…
Oct 17
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Director's Cut: Chapter Four
What I ate for three days in the Alaskan wilderness (it involves worms), and why campfire cuddles aren't sexy
Oct 13
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MAY WE PLEASE THE SEA: Chapter Four
The atoll is gone. Where the white ring of dead corals just stood, unholy waters now roll in over…nothing.
Oct 10
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Director's Cut: Chapter Three
My agent asked for “more longing.” I gave her a spear stabbing. Plus the real drug sponge behind blue coral, and diving the real atolls I'd already…
Oct 6
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MAY WE PLEASE THE SEA: Chapter Three
No one speaks. The only sounds are the splash of our strokes and the crying of baby girls. Every canoe in the village follows in my wake, our stilt-huts…
Oct 3
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