Rolling in the Deep (Rolling in the Deep, #0.5)

by Mira Grant

“How’s my light?” “Your light’s good.” “I don’t think my light’s good.” “Your light’s amazing. Fantastic. The best light that has ever been seen by anyone in the world.

while drama amongst the scientific team was not a primary focus, Imagine wasn’t above using them for juicy bits of behind-the-scenes footage.

“I’m here to do real science. I knew when I signed on that it was real science in the name of monster-hunting, but I never agreed to have anything to do with a bunch of plastic mermaids.”

Right now, we just want to get in the water. Putting a bunch of mermaids on a boat and then keeping us dry for a week is a form of torture.”

I actually do believe that there’s something out here, and more, I believe that whatever it is, it’s going to need protection once we prove that it exists.

“Wow,” said Anne. She somehow managed to infuse the single syllable with enough wonder to power an entire second grade field trip to Disneyland.

“I don’t want to adjust to our environment. I want the environment to adjust to me.” “I’ll tell the ocean to get right on that,” said Sunnie,

she wasn’t sure she had ever heard his voice before. It was low, pleasant, and oddly intense, like he was getting ready to pronounce doom on the entire voyage.

The official record says that all hands were lost at sea. We believe that something far worse occurred. We believe that they were found.

As far as we’re concerned, they’re mermaids. If they’re mermaids who don’t walk, and who need a ramp at any venue that wants to hire us, that doesn’t change the most important thing about them.”

She had once fixed her lipstick in the shine off a Wolverine cosplayer’s claws.

she died the way she would have wanted to—with her fins on and the whole ocean in front of her.

were they friendly? Was there any reason in the world to expect a deep-sea predator with that many teeth to be friendly?

being lost at sea, while terrible, wasn’t the worst way for a mermaid to go.