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

by Mira Grant

And because she’d been afraid. Afraid that they would find exactly what she’d said they’d find; afraid that when faced with the reality behind her theories, she would learn that she’d been right. About everything.

Each new wave of humanity found itself crashing onto a beach that was a little more cluttered from what had come before, a little more damaged from the carelessness of others.

The ghost of that earlier voyage was all around them. The Melusine was a haunted house. She had been since the day she’d been commissioned.

“There isn’t a scientist on Earth who would blame us for going where the funding was.

“Kids are great, but holy shit, am I glad I’m not one anymore.”

“We tell them that we need to get the hell out of here before we all get eaten,” said Tory. “And when people say that decision is above our pay grade, we pray we’ll live to see the shore.”

Humanity was cruel.

I lost one of them. I am damn well going home able to tell my parents I avenged her.”

“The trouble with intelligent creatures is that we don’t recognize borders that seem completely natural to those who act on instinct.

The human race had always created dreamers whose seemingly frivolous dreams forced the creation of infrastructures and innovations that benefited everyone around them.

“I can run in four-inch heels. Are we done playing ‘who has the bigger dick’?