Ocean's new novel, The Sea Wraithe, is a nail-bitingly scary suspense thriller novel of obsession set in the surfing community of Malibu, California, in the late eighties, during the time when surfing had just begun to become a worldwide cultural phenomenon.
It's anti-hero, the protagonist-antogonist combined, is a character you will never forget - like Emily Bronte's Healthcliff, if he'd been a pro surfer, and his part - when this book becomes a movie - is one any leading actor will kill to play. The ultra-shocking, controversial ending to this novel will have you talking about it for years.
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Drawing on her background of world travel for many settings, Ocean often writes about the coastal community in which she was born. as only a native can do.
Well acquainted with the Hollywood scene and with New York City, European countries, Africa, and other far-flung areas of the world, Ocean is able to conjure rich images of places and people she's
encountered, adding a lush dimention to
the intriguing plots that she invites us to follow.
She writes in several genres, and enjoys being versatile, writing both fiction and non-fiction, drama, suspense, fantasy, informational and even humorous works.
Ocean was named for the ocean, and uses only her first name in the arts.
From The Sea Wraithe, Novel by Ocean, Thriller, Horror, Suspense:
...He was a connoisseur of sands.
He’d grown up relishing the acrid scents of various watery regions, of lying face down in the shallows and communing with the silken grains that would shift toward and away his face with the comings and goings of the pulsating tides, and today the weak smell of the sand, tainted with the poisonous fumes of the ever-spilling oil industries made his nose recoil.
The rich memories of the past remained, though, and in his thoughts he could easily conjure the far gone perfume of a living sea, of its’ billions of thriving denizens, most microscopic, who lived and died, leaving their aromatic footprints forever in his senses.
By comparison, today’s seas are truly dead.
Each land, even each beach, has not only its’ special color or colors of sand, but also its’ own smell, and often, lifting a handful of wet sand to his face, breathing in its’ essence, cemented, anchored him to that area forever...