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

by Mira Grant

“You know she’s wasting her potential.” “I do.” “Then why—” “Because it’s her potential to waste.”

It was normal song for a few days, and then they went into distress, all of them. At least six that we’ve been able to isolate by their voices, possibly more. They screamed for about fifteen minutes. Then they went silent. We’ve reached out to marine biologists who might have encountered that family either before or after the incident; the pod has never been heard again.”

Anne’s bones were at the bottom of the Mariana Trench, if they hadn’t been devoured by some creature of the deep, recycled into the body of the living ocean.

She hadn’t died because the crew fucked up, or because she’d made a mistake. She’d died because Imagine had discovered mermaids, and, upon finding them, hadn’t been able to control them.