Into The Drowning Deep by Mira Grant

Seven years ago, the Atargatis set off on a voyage to the Mariana Trench to film a “mockumentary” bringing to life ancient sea creatures of legend. It was lost at sea with all hands. Some have called it a hoax; others have called it a maritime tragedy.

Now, a new crew has been assembled. But this time they’re not out to entertain. Some seek to validate their life’s work. Some seek the greatest hunt of all. Some seek the truth. But for the ambitious young scientist Victoria Stewart this is a voyage to uncover the fate of the sister she lost.

Whatever the truth may be, it will only be found below the waves. But the secrets of the deep come with a price. 

MY REVIEW: 3 Stars ⭐️ 

This wasn’t as good as I hoped, but I still liked it well enough. I’m just going to review with quotes

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. 

Happy Reading!

Mel 🖤🐶🐺🐾