The sweet scent of rotting seaweed made her nose wrinkle.
Dusty and Darian, both drenched and covered in what looked like seaweed, were in the foyer.
She did it again and again, moving into the brush, where the scent of rotting seaweed came from.
I thrust out my hands to grasp some support, I clutched at the water and at the seaweed which the waves tossed in my face.
He has to be out there, caught in the seaweed at the bottom of Chesapeake Bay, with the fish and crabs having a party, getting as bloated as the fat Wassermann twin lying on the slab at the Norfolk morgue.