Literature
1. Where Waves Begin
Since the day they destroyed the lighthouse, there were always fresh pickings on the beach. Tan's shoulders strained as he pulled the dragging-litter across the sand, leaving deep grooves over his footprints. He glanced back at the litter as he shifted the straps. A big haul, and not even two hours past daybreak. There must have been a battle at sea. Tan glanced at the horizon over the water, and wondered. Leader came stomping toward him, hit him in the jaw. Tan tasted blood. "You fall behind!" Tan could smell Leader's breath. He had eaten meat, and recently. Tan and the other Draggers had only hard, wormy bread and filthy water. "Keep up, or it's the whip." Leader grinned with red teeth, as he patted the black, oiled length of twisted roel-gut, wound into a tight coil at his belt. He loved that whip, like an extension of him. "Or," Leader's grin widened even more, so much that Tan thought the top of his head might split off, "Will you turn Killer today?" By now, the