A blue ocean, the sinister gray curve of a hunting shark, and then, from the sea bottom, the ballooning crimson amorphous shape, eight arms wrapping and clinging. The shark had thrashed, its jaws working futilely, tail swishing through the water. Eight arms tensed, folding the shark in half the wrong way. The octopus dragged off its meal.
Now, thirteen years and a few million miles later, she rolled onto her back and tasted the iron dust in the dry air. The scientists had been surprised that a snail’s cousin could kill and eat the oceans’ king predator....
Max Gladstone has written several novels and published a handful of short stories. Having spent time teaching in rural Anhui province in southern China, he now resides in Cambridge, Massachusetts. Gladstone was just interviewed by the blog Conversations with Writers.
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