I’ve been working on the (untitled) Ursula novel and I thought I’d share a little scene I just wrote.
She felt herself growing larger, her tentacles elongating, a sensation that always made her feel like a dominant force of destruction. She’d taken down massive ships in this form, splintering them, casting their remains deep into her dark foreboding realm. She saw the looks of astonishment in the sisters’ bulging eyes as she raised up out of the water to towering heights. They looked so small standing on the wet black rocks, shivering in the cold, the mist clinging to their ringlets, making them look like frightened soggy flightless birds.