A Drop of Corruption (Shadow of the Leviathan, #2)

by Robert Jackson Bennett

I took a great draught of water, stuffed the helm on my face, and strapped it down. Instantly, the world about me turned to dark and acrid oilcloth. I readjusted it until my eyes aligned with the glass eyepieces, and the world coalesced into a blurry, glassy version of itself. I peered upriver through the eyepieces. “I am ready if you are,” I said softly. Malo laughed dully. “How ready could one ever be for such a task?”

“It is enormous, and flat, and empty. And though I know it moves, the farther I look, the less movement I see.” “Ah,” she said softly. “And yet we know it moves, in manners both huge and hidden, far beneath its surface. And we know, of course, what swims in its deeps.”

(the ocean)