“The canal flowed effortlessly into the wide expanse of the channel. Beyond it was the Tasman Sea, the great South Pacific Ocean, and all...

“I looked westward toward the ocean. A fifty-foot-tall wall of brown water was bearing down on us. It was as though the hand of God had...

“We were on our way to the Pelican House. The right and proper name was the Old Whalers & Seafarers Home, but everyone called it the...

“It was only a brass scupper plug from Ebenezer Dodd’s ship, but for the past fifty-three years, the trophy gave the winners bragging...

“The orcas made high-pitched moaning sounds as Miah swam frantically with her mother.” From The Whaler’s Daughter Source,...

“I moved even closer. My angry gaze locked on its brown eye. A large dark mirror draining all light. Drawing me into it in a way that was...

“I sat watching them whistle and click to one another. One orca stood upside down using her fluke like a sail. Another breached out of...

“When I turned around, the heads of three killers were spyhopping out of the water, bobbing like mates staring back at me. I grabbed the...

“We slid his canoe into the surf and rowed out past the breakers. Figgie said his great grandfather had carved the canoe out of a...

“Papa handled the shad so smoothly all he had to do was think of a command and the boat obeyed. He did this while jawing with Abe and...

“Watching a whaling station come alive is like seeing spring erupt during winter’s death. The try pots are all aglow while the quay...

“As we became buoyant, everyone slipped into their positions. Except me. I tumbled, banging my knees and my head where the oarsmen sat.”...

“Ned was almost next to me when the bowsprit chock pin holding the sizzling line snapped. If the rope ripped upward, it would tear Ned’s...

“It was an old tradition among harpooners to wear a chock pin from their whaleboat.” From The Whaler’s Daughter Courtesy of The Whaling...

“Suddenly, a spout of blood rained down upon us from its blowhole. Covered with a stinging mix of hot blood and stomach acids, both crews...

“I perched quietly on the front porch railing, longing for the waning stars. This was my wondering time when I imagined what the night...

"There were only two whaleboats on the bay. Neither one of them had room for me. I began my day as I always did, lugging those dreaded...

“Readers are quickly drawn into this episodic chronicle of community, with its unique characters and histories, including the Aboriginal...

At sixteen, John Stephenson convinced his father to let him become a coach maker. He wanted to design better, more efficient models that...