Normand flinched as the huge sea-creature plucked Bennard Koila from the gunwales of the lifeboat. The man screeched like a scalded cat; the massive jaws closed over his torso and lifted him high into the air and left him there. He tumbled end over end for a long moment, then fell into the Saoshoma’s open maw as it slammed shut like a gull snapping up a catch.
Clayton opened fire with his pistols, but the rounds simply bounced off its impenetrable hide. “Die, you poxy bastard! Why won’t you just die?!”
—The Fiddle and the Fire, vol 4 “The Truth and the Trial”
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