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Megalodons," Prometheus announced, pulling the Rukma higher and higher, little fountains of water spilling from the leaks in its sides.
"They were at least thirty feet long!" Scathach said.
"I know," replied the Elder. "They must have been babies.
Floating to shore ... riding a low moon ... on a slow cloud.
Jellyfish," Riaz said, after considering the other inhabitants of the sea. "Seriously, there cannnot be jellyfish changelings."
Hawke turned to look over his shoulder. "What the hell have you been smoking?"
Riaz shruged, his mood undampened. "It was green and leafy.
Every time you dive, you hope you'll see something new - some new species. Sometimes the ocean gives you a gift, sometimes it doesn't.
The Mollusks - generous hosts when they weren't trying to kill you.
A tank full of life and a running tap.
Men really need sea-monsters in their personal oceans. An ocean without its unnamed monsters would be like a completely dreamless sleep.
Blissful Islands
the coast, irregular
The purple, formalized, iridescent, gelatinous bladder of a Portuguese man-of-war was floating close beside the boat. It turned on its side and then righted itself. It floated cheerfully as a bubble with its long deadly purple filaments trailing a yard behind in the water.
Paint me the bold anfractuous rocks Faced by the snarled and yelping seas.
'Kraken' is a very undisciplined book. That's a gamble. If it doesn't come off, it's disastrous. But there are pleasures, I think, to a meandering lack of discipline that you can't get the other way, and vice versa.
The clouds looked like ethereal creatures, sky-fish swimming across the blue expanse, following the sun to the other side of the world.
I cannot think of the deep sea without shuddering at the nameless things that may at this very moment be crawling and floundering on its slimy bed,
The sea? What's that?
The fish is swift, small-needing, vague yet clear, A cold, sweet, silver life, wrapped in round waves ...
The creature all men on Arrakis fear, you treat it like a riding animal.
The lights of many battleships drifting like water jewels upon the dark Hudson...
At that moment, the creature's back breached the waves, its body cutting through the water in a sinuous arch, rainbows sparking off the iridescent scales on its back. Rusalye.
These Atlantikoinonia. They're human? (Acheron)
What else would they be? Turnips? (Tory)
What would an ocean be without a monster lurking in the dark? It would be like sleep without dreams.
A sea made of tears from every lover who never loved.
Earth's sweat, the sea.
The water is DEEP AND DARK AND DANGEROUS
The naturalists of yore esteemed the ocean to be a treasury of wonders, and sought therein for monstrosities and organisms contrary to the law of nature, such as they interpreted it.
Swells, Marina? we ocean, depths, Marina? we sky!
Below us somewhere in the gelatinous phantasmagoria of churning blue, the whales wouldn't be much aware of the storm.
I am an iceberg drifting towards the edge of the map
Floating high on the waters of catastrophe
Sometimes the ship would sail above dark storm clouds, as big as mountains, and the crew would fish for lightning bolts with a small copper chest.
Every gazette brings accounts of the untutored freaks of the wind,
shipwrecks and hurricanes which the mariner and planter acceptas special or general providences; but they touch our consciences, they remind us of our sins. Another deluge would disgrace mankind.
The Kon-Tiki expedition opened my eyes to what the ocean really is. It is a conveyor and not an isolator. The ocean has been man's highway from the days he built the first buoyant ships, long before he tamed the horse, invented wheels, and cut roads through the virgin jungles.
The Proustian aquarium: grotesque and gorgeous fish drifting with languid fins through a subaqueous medium of pale violet polluted ink.
The stars have come to the earth, and the ocean has turned over the ground; dark waves meet the sky.
The old days, they arrive back in the oddest ways, suddenly taut, breaking the surface, a salmon leap.
Sturdy swimmers afloat on water-couch
Beneath the heavy bill their treasured pouch
Fishes pray for them to fly far away
Inland lakes toast to the Pelican's day
The devices meant to float at sea and capture the waves' power have been destroyed in short order by . . . the waves. "they've all been smashed up in storms," Challenor said, shaking his head.
moved through a soft tide
The ocean, under the pulsation of lighthouses and noise of bell
buoys,
advances as usual, looking as if it were not that ocean in which
dropped things are bound to sink
in which if they turn and twist, it is neither with volition nor
consciousness.
The red sands of Marrakesh, sprawling at the foot of the Atlas like a wounded Leviathan ...
The Kappamaki, a whaling research ship, was currently researching the question: How many whales can you catch in one week?
Islands are gregarious animals, they decorate the ocean in conveys.
Sea of stretch'd ground-swells,
Sea breathing broad and convulsive breaths,
Sea of the brine of life and of unshovell'd yet always-ready graves,
Howler and scooper of storms, capricious and dainty sea,
I am integral with you, I too am of one phase and of all phases.
They have the qualities of water: flowing around rocks, adapting to the course of the river, sometimes forming into a lake until the hollow fills to overflowing, and they can continue on their way, because water never forgets that the sea is its destiny and that sooner or later it must be reached.
I am an iceberg drifting toward the edge of the map.
There is a seaward bulge of stratocumulus. Sun glint and littoral drift. I see blooms of plankton in a blue of such Persian richness it seems an animal rapture, a colour change to express some form of intuitive delight.
The sea, the snotgreen sea, the scrotumtightening sea.
How small these rescued tides appear! Earthly delights flow in torrents. Each object offers paradise.
Kippers : fish that like a lot of sleep.
Shuttles in the rocking loom of history,
the dark ships move, the dark ships move,
their bright ironical names
like jests of kindness on a murderer's mouth
Whales are drinking all our water and eating our sailors.
It was becoming more and more clear that if the asteroids were the schools of minnows swimming among the pod of whales, then Pluto and the Kuiper belt objects were simply a previously overlooked collection of sardines swimming in a faraway sea.
There you are, diligently swimming a straight line, minding the form of your strokes, when you look up and see, always a shock, the currents you can't even feel have pulled you off course.
Sailors on a becalmed sea, we sense the stirring of a breeze.
As the tide washed in, the Dutch Tulip Man faced the Ocean:
"Conjoiner rejoinder poisoner concealer revelator. Look at it, rising up and rising down, taking everything with it."
"What's that?" Anna asked.
"Water," the Dutchman said. "Well, and time.
They came like specters from the dark maw of the bayou, first ghostly light in the fog, then the rasp of a motor: an aluminum powerboat scudding across lacquer-black water.
Ex Scientia, Tridens
(From knowledge, seapower)
away from the ocean, heading toward the
The seas are the heart's blood of the earth.
The true sea is cold and black, full of animals...
Out of dark waters, this.
'Kraken' is set in London and has a lot of London riffs, but I think it's more like slightly dreamlike, slightly abstract London. It's London as a kind of fantasy kingdom.
Barnacles on the container ship of consciousness.
That odd infallible sliding-like-crystal air on water that means day's left dawn for morning.
The waves were shadows, snakes under a quilt, creeping in almost unseen until they emerged in milky ripples at the water's edge.
things riding mules
If the private life of the sea could ever be transposed onto paper, it would talk not about rivers or rain or glaciers or of molecules of oxygen and hydrogen, but of the millions of encounters its waters have shared with creatures of another nature.
Autumn comes to the sea with a fresh blaze of phosphorescence, when every wave crest is aflame. Here and there the whole surface may glow with sheets of cold fire, while below schools of fish pour through the water like molten metal.
When it comes to the battle of the molluscs, cephalopods win tentacles down.
The sea was surging among the pilings like the blithe mindless forces of dissolution.
Islands in the streams, that is what we are.
The sun flashed off the wet blades, splinters of light, then the oars dipped, were tugged, and the beast-headed boats surged, and I stared entranced.
The long horizon, the lunging, clotted sea like a swinging door opening, closing, opening.
the ocean is not blue.
The ocean is a wilderness reaching round the globe, wilder than a Bengal jungle, and fuller of monsters, washing the very wharves of our cities and the gardens of our sea-side residences.
If you are going to challenge a giant wave, you better be a giant rock!
The sun, coming hard around the world: the island rises from the sea, sinks, rises, holds.
An ocean without unnamed monsters would be like sleep without dreams.
All killer whales are named Kevin. You knew that, right?
Tidal waves surge forward,
And in their wake, Stale water is replenished.
(Haiku from Chapter Thirty, SHADOWWATER)
They were two superior eels
at the bottom of the tank and they recognized each other like italics.
I will become an ocean and make you my greatest secret ever, I'll keep thousands of demons to guard my secret. I'll create storms that none has ever seen. I will lure everyone to the darkest sides and will destroy them if they try to reach you and see what I am hiding back in my heart.
Waves are the voices of tides. Tides are life," murmured Niko. "They bring new food for shore creatures, and take ships out to sea. They are the ocean's pulse, and our own heartbeat.
The world is always full of the sound of waves.
The little fishes, abandoning themselves to the waves, dance and sing, and play, but who knows the heart of the sea, a hundred feet down? Who knows it depth?
Sea-Monkeys are hybrid brine shrimp and the brainchild of the mail-order entrepreneur Harold von Braunhut in 1957. When their crystallized eggs are submerged in water, minuscule crustaceans emerge; they can grow up to 2 inches long.
You see them in the mercury
light of water, the expanding
orbs of silver where trout
breathe. You hear
them in the sleepy kiss
of rainfall on pine
needles, smell them
as if they were snow
to the west.
Man with the Muckrake
Seas are the fields of combat for the winds; but when they sweep along some flowery coast, their wings move mildly, and their rage is lost.
As I imagined, the ship proves to be in a current; if that appellation can properly be given to a tide, which, howling and shrieking by the white ice, thunders on to the southward with a velocity like the headlong dashing of a cataract.
A smuggler must know the tides and when to seize them.
Those redshift numbers. The cephalopods must be leaving at close to light speed."
"Where do you think they are going?"
"Maybe that isn't the point, Maura. Maybe the point is what they are trying to flee.
A squalid phantasmagoria of breath
Over the years, I have seen the power of the oceans to excite, feed, and sustain people. I have also seen them undergo a growing onslaught of attacks, from destructive fishing practices to rising acidification.
Each of us have monsters that live in our depths. Like all mythological sea monsters, they are too big and too powerful to be caged. The mysteries we attempt to cage are the ones most likely to eat us. We
A pretty little minnow ... cool as rain, blue as heaven ...
The great white sharks with their rough, pale sides, the killer whales striped in black and white like an Edwardian garden chaise.
Icecloud, and Hazeltail. Leafpool twitched
Ocean is my potion, I need vitamin sea ...
Mount Kilauea spilled glowing lava like cords of orange neon-lighting from seemingly nowhere. In the blackness that engulfed the night, electric heat lit flowing streams that fell into the sea, disappearing in a cloud of steam with a sizzling splash.
Ye gods and little fishes.