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

by Mira Grant

Do I think they found mermaids? Yes. Of course I do. And I think the mermaids ate them all. —Transcript from the lecture “Mermaids: Myth or Monster,” given by Dr. Jillian Toth

Not that she didn’t love the vast seagoing mammals. It was impossible to look at a pilot whale cutting through the water, or a dolphin leaping out of a wave for the sheer joy of being alive, and not love them. They were majestic wonders of the natural world, and if mankind had any obligation left to the sea that had been its birthplace, it was preserving the ones who’d stayed behind.

Luis’s car was a first-generation Tesla, inefficient compared to more recent models, some of which could run on solar power for a week between charges.

Ew tesla commercial

“No offense, hon, but you flirt like it’s a form of espionage and you’ll be executed if you get caught. It doesn’t have to be that way.”

In reality, the Melusine had plated shutters that could be closed from the control deck if necessary.

Oof except they don’t work and golden dgaf

He was going home at the head of his field, and every choice he’d ever made was going to be justified by this moment.

Honey. You are not going home.

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

It spoke to something being fed somewhere beneath the surface. Unless the creatures spawned like salmon, feeding hundreds and thousands of young with the bodies they hauled over the side, whatever they were feeding was large, to have such a healthy appetite. Lionesses hunted like this, dragging prey back to their mates and cubs.

Oh gosh. If these are all males, are they like bees. How big is the female??

For you, Tory, she thought, and closed her eyes, and waited for the doors to close.

You are locking tory out