The Watering Place of Good Peace

I never saw Stewart disappear. If I had, I might have made an attempt to get the boat. I saw what took him as he came at me, mouth slackly agape. He made his first run past me swiftly, and just brushed by me. His skin was not, as I had thought a shark's would be, rough, but soft like chamois leather. It was that almost affectionate soft brush that started my supersonic, terror-frantic scream...I knew what was going to happen. I could not move. "Fast, violent and genuinely hair-raising" Evening Standard "A sizzler of an adventure story" Books and Bookmen