The red tide now poured from all sides of the monster like brooks down a hill.
There are no more uses of "red tide" in the book.
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The 2005 red tide closed shellfish beds in Maine and Massachusetts.
Mary bring out your umbrella— The sun shines down on this fine, fine day But the ashes raining down forever Are going to turn your hair to gray. Mary keep your oars a-steady Sail away on the rising flood Keep your candle at the ready Red tides can’t be told from blood. —"Miss Mary" (a common child’s clapping game, dating from the time of the blitz), from Pattycake and Beyond: A History of Play The lights from the guard but get suctioned away all at once like they’ve beenů