D.H. Mamet
Calipher spiraled onto his back, pulled his muscled arms forward, and connected his hands. He sped along beneath the surface of the water. He’d scanned a thousand kilometres of coastline while night had screened his passage and finally, he’d found her scent.
His sylph-eyes pierced the water and although heavy clouds cloaked the sky, he saw the first orange glow of morning. The black scales that began at his waist and went all the way to the end of his powerful tail flattened down with every stroke as he sped towards the source of his search.
The ocean floor angled sharply beneath him and Calipher pulled to a stop where the tidal flats began.
Slowly, he breached the surface and the night-time black of his hair morphed into a dull khaki. His violet eyes hovered just above the
