“Our name for them is difficult to translate,” Voorh said. “They are somewhat like…what do you call those things, they live in your oceans, and they do little besides swim and eat and reproduce, they are a perfect predator?”
“Ummm…sharks?” Henson said.
“Yes, sharks!” Voorh said, a smile breaking out on his damp gray face as the ship shuddered from an impact. Continue reading