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

by Mira Grant

“You still chasing mermaids, Vic?” he asked. “I’ve never been chasing mermaids,” she said. “I’ve only ever been chasing Anne.”

by 46% i am surely about to expire

Kearney swung away from the others long enough to snatch it out of its course, letting the taste of it flood his mouth as his teeth broke its skin. It was mostly scale and cartilage, but it was food, and it was food he had taken for himself, taken from the sea as he had been taken, food no human hands had touched, and he was never going back, no, not ever. There was something the humans did

the perspectives from the dolphins is perfection

He could see tiny shrimp moving in the mermaid’s hair, white, eyeless things no more than an inch in length, claws picking at the strands, cleaning them, grooming them. No simple hairbrushes or shell combs for this creature; like all that lived in the sea, it had found biological solutions to its needs.

Jacques Abney was a killer. In another life, another world, he would have been a serial murderer, carving bloody smiles into throats across Quebec. In that regard it was fortunate that he had somehow found his way into big game hunting—and even then, boredom might have set in had he not found Michi, the only woman who could keep him distracted long enough to keep the razor blades out of his hands.