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

by Mira Grant

the goddess Atargatis supposedly flung herself into the sea in grief over the death of her human lover, a shepherd, whose name has been lost to antiquity.

Imagine’s people hadn’t been the ones to find and view the footage, or the ones to release it. The United States Navy had done that. By the time spin control had been invited to the party, it had already been far too late.

“He needs you landlocked and accessible, not riding herd on this bucket of wet cats. Don’t you dare get on that ship.”

Let him get his research stolen because he was

They had resumed their silent argument, their hands flashing so fast that it was like the world’s most aggressive game of patty-cake.

ASL was a beautiful language. It was also a language she didn’t want to sneak up on; the idea of being accidentally slapped in the face by a particularly vehement point didn’t appeal.

“Hi,” said Jillian. “I know I’m supposed to talk to them, not you, when I’m talking to them, but do you know how I can get their attention without getting punched by mistake? I want to say hello. I don’t want to visit the infirmary.”

“They don’t usually hit strangers,” amended the translator.

“Before or after they swallow our faces?” “One hopes before, but beggars never can be choosers.”