The haughty bitch puffed up like a rooster ready for a fight.

The door slid towards them like a freight train. One huge leap and they were clear with inches to spare. Icy water filled her white, leather sneakers and seeped into her denim jeans like kerosene rising in a wick.

Evil humans were afoot.

If the old lady were fifty years younger, she would deck her.

Hearts are healed by the sea.

The winds were howling out of the Northeast as the sport boat pitched and rolled in the angry sea. The driving rain went unnoticed as the waves crashed over the bow and top of the cabin. Radar and GPS saw what human eyes could not.

Harry wanted to knock a few teeth out of the artificially straightened set, but he resisted the urge.