Night Of The Crabs (Crabs, Book 1)

Night Of The Crabs (Crabs, Book 1)

Guy N. Smith

Language: English

Pages: 71

ISBN: 0440203384

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


The Welsh coast basks in summer tranquility. Then the 'drownings' begin. But not until the monstrous crustaceans crawl ashore, their pincers poised for destruction, does the world understand the threat it faces. A seafood cocktail for the strongest stomachs.

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entwining. Both of them were experiencing the awakening of something which had lain dormant in them for so long. Rapidly they were getting out of control. Nothing else mattered … not even the giant crabs! Cliff withdrew his left hand from the warmth of Pat’s sweater and felt for the fastener on her jeans. Then he pulled her zip down and she lifted herself up slightly off the ground so that he could unclothe her. The whiteness of her thighs was in itself seductive in the soft moonlight, the

grotesque form of the man whom they had met earlier in the day grovelled amidst the heaped-up, stinking seaweed. He came closer and closer until they could see his features plainly. Those wide, staring eyes darting eagerly about him as he searched amongst the debris remaining from the last tide. All the time he grunted unintelligibly like some snuffling beast of prey on a fresh scent. Cliff pulled Pat down low into the long grass. He could not explain his feelings. But he did not want

tremendous proportions? That’s just a theory of mine, but at this stage we’re not so much concerned with that as to how we are going to deal with them - if and when we locate their underwater hideout. It must be somewhere on this coast between Rhyl and Borth. But where? There must be thousands of caves below the sea which could hide a million of them!’ ‘Personally,’ Grisedale interrupted, ‘I think they bit off more than they could chew when they attacked the WD base.’ Grisedale lit another

hour he surfaced. ‘Nothing doing?’ There was relief in Pat’s voice as she helped him aboard and handed him a mug of tea, ‘Not yet,’ he chided humorously. ‘I didn’t expect it to be that easy but you’ve got to make a start somewhere. Two hundred miles of coast will taken an awful long time this way.’ ‘How long are you keeping it up for?’ she asked, noting one of the others producing a fresh cylinder of oxygen. ‘Oh, I’ll probably try four or five dives today.’ He tried to appear casual. ‘Then

to enter that opening at the base of the cliffs again. Every shadow seemed to hide a sleeping monster. He fought to control his nerves. The mission had to be carried out effectively. The bomb had to be placed in exactly the right place in the tunnel. This time he knew what lay deep within the caves. Previously it had been uncertainty, the comfort of searching for something which he would probably never find anyway. He entered the tunnel, breathing a sigh of relief when he saw that it was devoid

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