Into the Drowning Deep (Rolling in the Deep, #1)

by Mira Grant

The seas did not forgive, and they did not welcome their wayward children home.

Heather

Really go back

Sometimes science was the closest thing to the sword of an avenging angel humanity was ever going to get.

These tranquilizers didn’t fuck around with animal safety.

“Whistling past the graveyard is a time-honored tradition. Keeps us from screaming.”

“I can run in four-inch heels. Are we done playing ‘who has the bigger dick’? Because I have things to accomplish, and I need you to stand in front of the siren.”