Wheeling Gull Isle when life’s moving too fast, we can make this dream last

Befriend him?!

But… he’s taller than four daddies! Wider than the denmouth, more gloomy than the darkest night and with a voice thunder-deep! And he smells like Malakai after too many crab dinners.

God wants them to love everybody, but how could he love a monster?

His giant full-moon eyes gaze up at his father, little rusted wheels in his head straining to turn.

“How do I make fwend, Papa? Maybe… a gwif? Or… to sing a song, lie Ami dose? Will he leabe? He is scawwy.” If his father could see him, he knows he would agree! Judah didn’t want to encourage Leviathan to stick around… but attempting a friendship seemed a less scary alternative than kicking him in the- what was it called?

Nutsack.