“She reached out her arms to Blackie. The beautiful siren was calling her weary sailor safely to port.”

“A ghost of that siren smile graced her lips as she tilted her head closer to mine, creating the undeniable pull of the sailor lost to the sea to the beautiful goddess calling him home.”

“Our eyes met. Her green eyes melted and she gave me that beautiful siren smile.”

“Her sound is a siren's song, calling me to the rocks.”

“When she reached the shallow end, Kingsley held out his hand and pulled her up, but she lost her step and fell into his arms, her body crushing momentarily against his.”

“...when evening fell and the grey twilight spread its dusky robe upon the waters, she stretched her arms out to the silent river that had known her sorrow and her joy. And the old river had taken her into its gentle arms, and had laid her weary head upon its bosom, and had hushed away the pain.”