“The Devil’s Tide” is underway…

Flies circled the churned mess of Henry’s ravaged kneecap, buzzing incessantly in a near perfect sphere. He swatted fiercely at them, his remaining eye gleaming with defiance. A sickly-sweet aroma wafted from the horrible wound.

He doesn’t know he’s dying, Nathan realized with a sardonic smirk.

-First lines of “The Devil’s Tide”