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

by Mira Grant

The sky was a deep and perfect blue, as long as Victoria—Vicky to her parents, Vic to her friends, Tory to herself, when she was thinking about the future, where she’d be a scientist and her sister Anne would be her official biographer, documenting all her amazing discoveries for the world to admire—kept her eyes above the horizon.

This is the first sentence and boy howdy is it god awful.

The face is more simian than human, with a flat “nose” defined by two long slits for nostrils, and a surprisingly sensual mouth brimming with needled teeth.

Voldemort ahh features i see lmfaooooo

Around the boat, the sea is getting lighter, like the sun is rising from below. The camera continues to roll. The cameraman continues to run. A thin-fingered hand slaps across the lens, and the video stops. The screaming takes longer to end, but in time, it does. Everything ends.

Proof that the cameraman doesn't always survive lol

He had a wide array of beautiful women happy to tell him how smart and handsome and witty he was, without his even needing to prompt them.

ewwww! loserrrr!!! boooo!!! hisss!

(The actual gutting and cleaning of the fish would be left to his sous-chefs, two of whom had been brought on this voyage for just that reason. Daniel Butcher believed in roughing it, but he was still a star, and stars didn’t get fish guts on their hands unless there was a camera rolling to capture the rugged masculinity of the moment.)

(again) ewwww!! loserrr!! boooo!! hisssss!!

He didn’t notice that they stopped preening as soon as he walked past them, or that some of them directed looks of frank disgust at his retreating back.

And Just Like That.... i feel joy again!

They had exhausted each other, working through the last of their nervous energy while surrounded by their armory, two dangerous beasts in the middle of a dangerous world. They lay in a tangle of limbs as the ship pulsed around them, waiting for the call that would tell them it was time for the real work to begin. Jacques ran his fingers up and down the serpentine curve of Michi’s spine, and all was right with his world.

i'm sorry but the fact that someone has died and scientist are preparing and doing research and taking water samples and these two asshats that are notable large animal KILLERS are so worked up about the possibilty of killing said mermaids that they've got guns locked and loaded everywhere and are going at it like "wild animals" and just fucking everywhere because they're "two dangerous beasts in the middle of a dangerous world" and so chronically horny is not only insane but absolutely revolting. y'all are freakssss and not in a good way! hate u bitches fr!

They’d found a fuck-lot of nasty biting flies and some exciting fungal infections, one of which still flared up when he forgot his toe cream.

ewwwwwww!!! (cue me violently barfing)

He could be holding a basinful of baby mermaids. He could be holding the goddamn golden ticket, and Dr. Toth had just handed it to him, like it didn’t matter as much as her dead monster. He could raise his own sirens from larval form, raise them to respect him as their parent and keeper, and she’d be the one standing on the sidelines then, wouldn’t she? Let Dr. Toth come to him, hat in hand and his moon-eyed ex-girlfriend at her side, begging for scraps of his research, and would he grant her requests? Would he be magnanimous? Of course he would. Because her name would carry the weight of legend after this trip, when the sirenologist sailed across the world, looking for mermaids, and came back with irrefutable proof of their existence. She’d be involved, because her involvement would benefit him. Tory, on the other hand, could just watch as he unraveled the mysteries of the creatures that had taken her sister and consumed her every waking moment. That would be a fitting punishment for her transgressions. Part of him knew he wasn’t over her, and wouldn’t be until he stopped thinking of “fitting punishments” for the crime of breaking up with him. The rest of him didn’t care. She’d hurt him. He would never be immature enough to go looking for revenge, but if revenge happened to come his way …

I! HATE! MEN! Are you FUCKING JOKING?!! "Fitting punishment for her transgressions" ???? The transgression in question? Her breaking up with him. These things killed her sister and that grief has consumed her and been the main drive in her research and he's like if I grow a mermaid that'll show her! FUCK YOU DUDE!!! Behind the two nutcases looking to kill and EAT a mermaid I hope this asshole dies next! Im back: "Would never be immature enough to go looking for revenge, but if revenge happens to come his way.." SIR ! I fear the immaturity is already present! Your ex-girlfriend's sister was murdered by a creature you wanna grow just to show her up because she broke up with you.... Eat dog shit and die you crybaby bitch!

“You know, Tory, I don’t know many guys who’d put up with their girlfriend keeping a picture of her ex on the bulletin board behind her desk. You should have known I was a keeper just because of that.” “And see, I knew you were a loser because you kept telling me how awesome you were for not getting mad when I kept a picture of my good friend who I happened to have been in a romantic relationship with once in a place where I could see it.” Tory scowled. “Shira and I broke up before I met you, remember? She’s an archeologist. She had shit to do that didn’t involve hanging around Santa Cruz waiting for me to get it together and stop obsessing over mermaids.” “Looks like you were the smart one,” said Jason. “The sea’s out there, and the mermaids are out there, and you’re going to have your face on every science site in the world. You can write your own ticket after this. And you’re still screwing the blonde.” “It’s none of your fucking business who I am or am not screwing. We broke up. You don’t get to dictate who finds their way into my bed.” “Oh, like I ever did before.” Tory’s eyes narrowed. “I never cheated on you, you self-righteous prick. Watch where you’re going.” She pushed past him and stalked away down the deck, off to whatever destination she’d been seeking when they’d collided. Jason turned to watch her go. Tory was obsessive and perfectionist and sometimes preferred science to sex—not always at the most convenient of times, either; there had been nights when they...

I hate him so bad i hope he dies. He's the perfect example of "I'm a nice guy"

the front of his pants, her bra hanging off the bedpost, when her phone would ring and she’d go running, saying something about that asshole partner of hers and new results. Jason had occasionally wondered whether Luis had hacked her Fitbit, using it to decide when he needed to be a fucking cockblocker. But that wasn’t why they’d broken up. They’d broken up because she hadn’t known how to play politics. Because she’d been more comfortable playing guide for those dead-end whale-watching tours and talking about the vengeance she was going to have someday than she’d been getting out and doing something. He’d played the politics. He’d found the ladder and started his upward climb, reasoning—accurately—that if he could hitch his wagon to the right star, he’d be able to reach a position where he could get things done. The fact that they’d wound up in the same place didn’t matter. Luck was always a factor, and Tory had gotten lucky. There were a few other people on the Melusine who could say the same, people who’d been in the right place at the right time, who’d shown their faces in the right doorways for the wrong reasons. But most of them … most of them were like Jason. They had worked hard for what they had. They were going to keep working hard. They were in the same place now. That wasn’t going to last. Tory was going to have the opportunity to watch her ex-boyfriend make the future while she wound up standing in the past. He hoped her little slut could make it up to her. He ...

I HATE HIMMM continuation

“I’ve read your books. I attended one of your lectures.” With Tory on his arm, her breast pressed against his elbow as she listened to the woman on stage. She’d been so excited by hearing someone else talk about mermaids like they were real that she’d ridden him hard that night, her passion slamming them against the headboard until his head rang. “This is what you’ve been looking for. I thought you’d be happier.”

All he thinks about is sex omfg

Rigor had set in, drawing the siren’s lips taut across the sharp-edged bones of its skull. It was hard to look at it like this and understand how the sailors could have mistaken it for a beautiful woman; it was a monster, an alien dweller in the deeps. “You are ugly as hell,” Jason informed the siren, and pulled on a pair of gloves.

Ah yes Mr. Horndog magee further proving that everything exists for his pleasure and appeal. Everything is just supposed to be attractive for him and attracted to him. I hope they slaughter him.

The red behind his eyelids turned black as his heart stuttered in his chest, unable to keep forcing the increasingly thin blood through his veins. He fell. He was dead before the elevator came to a stop, one deck down. All things considered, that may have been a mercy.

(and everyone cheered) JASONS DEADDDD!!!!! YESSS!!! FUCK THAT DICKHEADDDD!!!!

“He was an asshole,” said Tory, eyes on Jason. “But he was my friend once, and I didn’t wish this on him. I wouldn’t. No one would.”

I would! AND I DID! AND I WOULD DO IT AGAIN!