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Robert McCaht Boat was the second novel I wrote, but the third one published If you&039;d like to knohy that rite lad to tell you a tale of dark and twisted passages

The Night Boat actually had its beginnings in a drawing of a dinosaur that scared the jelly out of lea fro, the fulloff the white-capped waves Long after everyone else in the house had gone to sleep, I lay in bed and heard the sound of waves on prehistoric shores, and the thrashing of a huge and hideous body eht Boat, David Moore, re

I also am fascinated by ine nothing ,sub, and it took iron-willed men to survive in theht Boat is a hte are idyllic; nightht Boat invades the drea The Night Boat, but I wasn&039;t able to afford a trip to the Caribbean It aths to say how accurate the reviewer thought I&039;d gotten the cadences of island language I listened to many hours of calypso music and spoken Caribbean dialect records

Events and impressions in an author&039;s everyday life are alwaysat the tiht Boat, I lived in a craha wild in the ceiling over hbors played their stereo at an ungodly voluht, so round about two or three in theon their walls to get thein the early hours reht Boat When the crew ha hulk of the subhbors at two o&039;clock in the et Led Zeppelin silenced The roaches in the ceiling I saved for another book

Now, eight or nine years after The Night Boat was first published, I think often of Coquina Island It is a beautiful place, surrounded by ereen pal in the breeze, the scent of cinna man whose apartment looked out over a junk car lot, the s frolar bars on the s Ah, the luxury of the i of dreahtmare, confinement and escape, and what I think of as the whirlpool of Fate David Moore thought he&039;d escaped that whirlpool, but it aiting for him, there below the surface of emerald waters, where the monsters doze but never sleep

Robert McCammon

June 1988