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

by Mira Grant

The Atargatis sailed off the map, into a section of the sea that should have been labeled “Here be monsters.”

They weren’t supposed to find anything. Mermaids aren’t real.

Do I think they found mermaids? Yes. Of course I do. And I think the mermaids ate them all.

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.

No matter where you go, the mermaids got there first. Even inland, if there’s a big-enough lake, I guarantee you there’s a local community with a story about women in the water with beautiful voices who lure men to their deaths. Where there’s water, we find mermaids. Maybe it’s time we started asking ourselves exactly why that is.

The Pacific Ocean: August 24, 2022

My bday (:

Shirtless, well-oiled men were good for morale.

My point is, we’re different kinds of nerd who just happened to luck into being conventionally pretty and having a decent amount of presence on camera.

The seas did not forgive, and they did not welcome their wayward children home.

This was where darkness went to live forever, growing deeper and more powerful as the eons passed it by.

Humanity was cruel, and if you were prepared to try to find a bottom to that cruelty, you had best be prepared for a long, long fall.

“Did anyone ever tell you that you have the social skills of a hyena?”

“You know she didn’t kill him because if she’d killed him, she wouldn’t have gotten caught?”

Thats hilarious

“Whistling past the graveyard is a time-honored tradition. Keeps us from screaming.”

“I also have two master’s degrees, and I’ve addressed the United Nations.” “I can run in four-inch heels. Are we done playing ‘who has the bigger dick’? Because I have things to accomplish, and I need you to stand in front of the siren.”

Hallie was the big sister, the mountain that protected them from the ravages of the world. If Hallie had been in that submersible with Heather, Heather would have survived. If Hallie were here, she’d know exactly what to do. Hallie could be bossy and annoying and I-know-best in the way of big sisters and hearing people combined, but she was also a superhero, and superheroes always knew what to do.)

The trouble with discovery is that it goes two ways. For you to find something, that thing must also find you.

They were one frozen moment in a falling catastrophe, and their beauty was that they’d existed, even if it was only for a little while, even if they’d never been really real.