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A review by shoba
Cove by Cynan Jones
3.0
He thought of the land, the rock. He was gone now beyond any
sense of danger to a blank expectant place…. He knew he was going then. He knew.
A toffee of blood, a whip of kelp used to slap the waves, slipping off the world, watching the hairs on the arm move back and forth under water like seaweed….
The language is vivid and the observations deceptively simple. The plot is hazy, but I didn’t care. I just followed the man in the kayak, out further into the water.
sense of danger to a blank expectant place…. He knew he was going then. He knew.
A toffee of blood, a whip of kelp used to slap the waves, slipping off the world, watching the hairs on the arm move back and forth under water like seaweed….
The language is vivid and the observations deceptively simple. The plot is hazy, but I didn’t care. I just followed the man in the kayak, out further into the water.