Noctisardor Bypass Soft blue skies, helium balloons float up, away

No, said Wylla with a shake of her head. Long grasses tickled the sides of her face, prompting a snort and a chortle. They're big mothereffers, too big for the rivers. They'd die. Literally, it turned out, but she had no way of knowing an immobile shark was a dead shark.

They are sea beasts. If they come ashore they dry out, but they're deceitful. They can swim in shallower water than you'd believe. She'd heard tales once or twice of sharks beaching themselves to snap up misbehaving puppies, only to wriggle their way back to the ocean. Sly buggers. Wylla believed those stories to this day, despite suspecting that Lusca was lying about some of that.

Eviscerate, she repeated, pausing a moment. It's like what happens if you take a squirrel and shake it really hard and your teeth tear through the fur and skin.