Patrick Starfish Quotes Novels & Stories

I hung suspended in the middle of the water with only myself, the red sheen of my hellblade, and Pisces’ terrifying oarfish face staring back at me. “Breathless Air” I whispered and my lungs could breathe through the water. “You finally came,” Pisces said, her velvet voice drifting through the water. So soothing it hurt. “I did,” I admitted, my voice a trembling ripple in the dark.

The cheerful voice startled me, and I whirled to find a rosy-cheeked woman in a park ranger’s uniform approaching us. “Those markings on their heads are said to be blessings from the Moon Goddess herself,” she explained, gesturing to the large, round orange circles on the fish’s heads—like the harvest moon. “May I?” Chris asked, gesturing to the water. The park ranger nodded, and Chris crouched down and dipped his hand into the water. I watched in amazement as one of the smaller koi boldly swam right up to Chris’s hand without hesitation. It nudged his palm and swam a circle around his hand, almost puppylike in its demeanor.

Marisol asked as they strolled along the beach sand. “Mom? You aren’t saying anything…” Marisol whispered. “Oh! The taste…” Aurora stuttered. Marisol smirked before smiling fully. “That’s not what you used to say. You’ve always said shrimps remind you of how you went to the sea whenever you were starving in the Red Vipers clan… and then you catch shrimp as if the angels were feeding you with no price or stress.” “Ohhh! I forgot,” Aurora stuttered. “You never forget that. Ask Dad… we always beg you to stop telling that old story.” Marisol’s voice rose. “You’re lying. Shame! You’re pissing me off…She let go of Aurora’s hand and went to hold her dad’s instead.

At the peak, a sea cucumber sneezed and the starfish that was inching up the side answered, “Gods bless you.” If Michael weren’t missing and the situation so dire, Logan was sure he’d never believe what he was seeing. But the fact that he was swimming next to a mermaid, understanding fish and dolphins, hearing an echinoderm sneeze, well, Logan was finding his worldview severely skewed—and severely screwed.“Is there anything that doesn’t talk?” A crab saluted him from the opposite side of the sand mound, and Logan returned the gesture before realizing the thing was a crab. A pincer-bearing, toe-grabbing, butter-dippable crab.

He was too pretty to die; if he did, he hoped they wouldn't maul his perfect face. "Seems we have a welcoming party." A briny voice slid through his mind. "Show yourself." Great. The fisheri wanted a psychic conversation. Perhaps they'd keep their distance. They stood in the shallows—with human legs. Still too far to identify. "I'm curious." Kalder replied telepathically. "I mean no harm." One of the fisheri chuckled. "Vibrio… you can't harm us anyway—you're outnumbered." "You know who we are?" Someone else asked.

It held so many memories that he did not want to let go. "In fact, I felt you passed through," Ray said. He took the other log adjacent to Rudolf and sat. They were facing the tree now. "I have like this once," Rudolf confessed. "A single fish on the pond was hard enough for me to believe I can go back to my own body. "You are not mad," Ray said. "Be thankful for that. "So, what do you think how powerful is the Phoenix?" "There is no secret on that," Ray said. "You of all people understood that no one could tell how powerful she is.

I asked , hoping she will change her words. “Of course jump in” she said with amusement sparkling in her eyes,the type I can never resist. “But what if…” I stuttered. Trying really hard to get myself out of this situation, “sharks!” “What if there’s sharks in there” I said pointing at the water. “There’re no sharks in here” “Maybe not shark, I mean the type that can substitute, like craps? Oh yeah, octopus? Jellyfish?” I pursed from my ramble and look at miss Diaz eyes which was already on me.

His cold eyes remained, yet his lips slowly curved into a devilish smirk. Let's see if you can still say those words at our next meeting, Vestian. "Whoever fights with monster should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster and if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you," Celestin stated a quote out of the blue. "Remember my favorite quote I used to tell you, father?" "What the heck are you talking about, you futile child?"

If I could rub my temples now due to stress, I would have, but I was wearing a helmet, so it was impossible to do so at the moment. I turned around to face them and was astonished at how their numbers grew. Every fish and other sea creature that I could find was there and studied me with their eyes. ‘Listen,’ I started. ‘I really appreciate the fact that you guys recognize me but do you mind if all of you can give me a little space?’ ‘What is the lord looking for?’ ‘Can we help?’ ‘Are you going to clean the ocean?’ Of course, I should have figured out by now that if I did not use my authority, there’s a chance that the smaller fishes would ask questions.

Pascha turned his head, his gaze full of confidence that made me want to roll my eyes. "From me," he replied quietly while pointing at himself. "I hope he's not as stupid as you." I snorted, annoyed. Pascha chuckled softly next to me, "You forget, Bee, I was never stupid. I was just too good at confusing you." I rolled my eyes. But Pascha's casual gaze still touched me. It almost makes me nervous. On the other side of the table, Max was still the center of attention. Trisha was now asking a question in a curious tone. "Do you have any hobbies besides surfing and playing on the beach, Max?"