The sea sparkled turquoise in the sunlight, the white sand beach seemed to stretch forever in both directions, and a row of immense dunes created a barrier between the coast and the farmlands beyond. If this had been earth, the beach would’ve been packed with sunbathers, and kids building sandcastles, yet there wasn’t a soul to be seen.
“Where is everyone?” Amy asked.
“Working the fields. When you have to grow your own food there’s little time for leisure. Besides, this stretch belongs to the Hewgins.”
The nearest dune opened one eye. “That would be us,” it rumbled.