the song of the sea-creature found him again, more intensely that time, gripping him over every inch. Like a net cast over his being, it hooked the bends of his arms, his knees, the nape of his neck, and pulled. It tugged at the back of his throat, the base of his spine, his navel, attempting to draw him back. To lure him to return. That thing in the water was singing out to him—and for the first time in his life, Alba was tempted by it.
