The Infinydon: God Slayer (Paperback) (ISBN-13: 9798218039493)

Holding his breath, he gathered the gall to peek out the porthole. Darkness. He moved closer, fogging the window with panicked exhalation. Blinking, he noticed the infantile sensation of soiling his pants, warm and sticky, molding smoothly between his flesh and underwear. As the fog cleared, his eyes focused; he saw the ribbing of a throat. The beast drifted backward. Teeth. She had several rows of teeth that seemed intelligently designed for grabbing, ripping, and tearing. Flexing her muscles, her jaw protruded beyond her broad snout in a horrifying display. She presented rows of gyrating scythes, sawing in opposing motions.

As she repelled further back, he noticed the pulsing of her monstrous gills moving her fins systematically. The monster moved so, maneuvering herself so delicately. Looking intently into the vessel, her large, catlike eye narrowed: searching. It was so fascinating that he forgot to be afraid, secure within the ship's safety. The tapetum lucidum of her mirror-like pupil flashed reflectively through the cabin. He ducked instinctively to avoid the searching flash of her eyeball, heart palpitating painfully. His eyes squeezed so tight that he saw spots. With his back to the wall, he told himself to calm down. In and out, he panted, his heart racing, one hand covering his eyes and the other clutching his chest. Sweat dripped from his brow. With intention, he began to relax. With one subaqueous explosion, his lungs were filled with water as the leviathan drove through the hold of the frigate and entered the cabin. Before he could react, his torso was severed cleanly from his trunk. Satisfied with the man's trunk held delicately within her jaws. She gave one vigorous flip of her keel and splintered the boat. She swam on, creating a mile-long wake with her powerful tail, poaching weapons disabled, appetite unabated by her meal.