Siren’s Wave – Bran Floundering in the Water

Well no, not really, Bran’s beauty is a tad more Nordic than this poor shipwrecked lad’s.

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The Siren – circa 1900 by John William Waterhouse

In the mirror, he saw wet, stringy waves of hair hanging like seaweed about his face, two days’ worth of golden-brown stubble, dark smudges like kohl under his tired, blue eyes and worse, he could clearly see the painting on the opposite wall. Waterhouse’s ‘The Siren’. Shit.

There she sat on her rocks of doom, long mahogany hair streaming down towards the wretched fellow who clung there in vain, too focused on her to be aware that he was drowning in the water. A wave of nausea pulled Bran under. The look on the guy’s face. He fucking knew that feeling, utter terror, mixed with an all-consuming, yearning fascination.

– Bran, coming to unhappy terms with his Ava obsession, Siren’s Wave Novel by J.A. Hazel.

Siren’s Wave Novel and The Great Wave Off Kanagawa

Ok, so I’m a little a obsessed …

Siren's Wave Novel and The Great Wave Off Kanagawa
The Great Wave Off Kanagawa

Hokusai’s wood block print of the great wave, seen dwarfing snow-capped Mount Fuji, Japan’s highest peak, just does something to me. The destructive beauty perfectly illustrates nature’s power, makes me feel vast and connected and at the same time, humbled and awed.

A vibrant blue and white tattoo of a great wave curled out from under his t-shirt sleeve around his bicep. It looked like a section of an old Japanese Hokusai woodblock print. An unstoppable rogue wave. And exactly like him, beautiful and catastrophic …

Ava, discovering Bran’s tattoo, Siren’s Wave Novel by J.A Hazel.