Literature
Cold Touch - Mermaid TG
The wind blew at the sails, the cloth obviously straining as the waves crashed against his ship. A salty spray of it came over the side, some of it coming into his open mouth. He spat it on the deck, ignoring the sting on his lower lip, a remnant from the morning shave. It had been dangerous doing that, with the ship rocking back and forth; but Jarren intended to die clean shaven.
His wife would protest him talking like that. His wife had protested a lot of things he said, though, and then she had died. The one had nothing to do with the other; he hadn't killed her. But he'd seen her blood on the hard floor, and had done nothing; had been ca
