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448 pages, Hardcover
First published November 14, 2017
It was beautiful, in its own terrible way. So many monsters are.It has been a YEAR and I still have not stopped thinking about how great this book was and how much I love it and how much I want to reread it every day of my life, and someday soon I'm going to make all of you read it with me and then we'll REALLY be nailing it
“When someone kills an American citizen, we don’t say, ‘Oh well, we killed one of theirs last week; we’re calling it even,’” she said. “We declare war. We sweep civilizations off the face of the globe. They won’t care that they started it. They’re only going to care who finishes it, and to be honest, I’m not sure it’s going to be us.”
“They were still miles from home, adrift on an uncaring sea, and the worst was yet to come. The worst was always yet to come.”
Every person on this vessel was a story in the process of telling itself, and all of them were fascinating, and all of them deserve to be heard.
“Into the Drowning Deep is the story of what happens when science belongs to the highest bidder, when sensationalism outweighs safety, when the news cycle must be fed no matter what the cost. It is the story of what it means to grieve so deeply that your bones are coral made, that your heart refuses to be still until the sins of the past can be put safely to rest, that the world weighs too much, crushing you. And yeah, it's a story about mermaids. Horrifying, marine biologist-approved mermaids, lurking in the deepest parts of the ocean, ready to devour you.”
The Atargatis had found the mermaids because the people on the ship were made of meat, and the mermaids had empty stomachs that they wanted to fill. That was how you found things, in the sea. Be delicious. That was all you ever had to do.
Do I think they found mermaids?
Yes. Of course I do.
And I think the mermaids ate them all.
Luis looked at her worriedly as he unlocked the car. “You’re making the scary face again.”
“Which one?”
“The one that says you’re going to burn down the world if that’s what it takes to get what you want.”
They were still miles from home, adrift on an uncaring sea, and the worst was yet to come. The worst was always yet to come.
“Ships kept on disappearing. Since the start of man’s relationship with the sea, ships kept on disappearing. So assume the mermaids have never forgotten about us. We wrote them off as legends as soon as they were no longer knocking on our front door.”
“Are mermaids real? Yes. Are mermaids friendly? No.”
“When someone kills an American citizen, we don’t say, ‘Oh well, we killed one of theirs last week; we’re calling it even,’” she said. “We declare war. We sweep civilizations off the face of the globe. They won’t care that they started it. They’re only going to care who finishes it, and to be honest, I’m not sure it’s going to be us.”
“It was beautiful, in its own terrible way. So many monsters are.”
The creature hisses, showing bloody teeth. Then, in a perfectly human, perfectly chilling voice, it says, "Come on, Kevin, don’t you have the shot yet?"
She wasn’t laughing when the screams started behind her, high and shrill and terrified, or when she felt the touch of a hand—oddly long and spindly, covered in a cool, clammy film like aloe gel was smeared across the skin—on the back of her ankle.
Do I think the found mermaids
Yes. Of course I do.
And I think the mermaids ate them all.
In the picture, the creature—the mermaid— was facing away from the camera, pulling itself along the Atargatis deck with clawed hands. It’s tail was broad and flat, more like an eel’s than a dolphin’s and while the substance growing from its scalp could have passed for hair under the right light, it was clearly something ... else.
Are mermaids real? Yes. Are mermaids friendly? No. Why is that so hard?
'Thank you,' she signed to the siren—one of a handful of signs they’d been working on for the last few months.
The siren hesitated. Then, with the deliberation of someone who was learning a foreign language, it signed back, 'You’re welcome.'
"He’s gone," said the second man, before she could ask why not. "The damned mermaids got into the control room while we were working on the servos. Ate him, and the first mate, and two of the navigators. The place is a slaughterhouse.The thrashing mass of sirens writhed atop his body, their hands rending him into pieces. In the end, he was barely a mouthful for each of them.
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