Little waves slid meekly up onto the sand, leaving interlocking arcs of wet behind them; squirts of water revealed the hiding places of burrowing clams.

Where the neck joined the great dark bulk of the body, little waves broke and slid along the flanks of the beast.

A hundred feet away waves slid hissing up onto pure white sand.

The light grew brighter, moment by moment; but it was brighter still at the surface, where the waves slid and shifted against one another in a glowing, undulating ceiling.

It was riding low, the waves sliding across the bow and crashing with a hollow boom against the conning tower.

It had settled down now and did not stir as waves slid under it.

Outside the murky waves slid silently past.

Another wave picked him up and slid him forward until rough sand grated under his legs and swim vest.

As the next wave picked him up and slid him forward again, Huerta rose to a low crouch and loped forward.

A greasy wave of undefined emotion slid through me.