But this was not quite the right kraken apocalypse.

He was back in the water, not braving but frowning, synchronised swimming, not swimming but sinking, toward the godsquid he knew was there, tentacular fleshscape and the moon-sized eye that he never saw but knew,...

The sea is full of saints. You know that? You know that: you’re a big boy. The sea’s full of saints and it’s been full of saints for years. Since longer than anything. Saints were...

Televators Broken

I would parade you in the hall of the monarchs of the ocean if you could breathe water.