Race to the Bottom of the Sea – Lindsay Eagar

Merrick finished her sentence for her: “What could I possibly want from you?”
Before he could elaborate, he coughed, a string of violent hacks that made Fidelia’s throat tighten in sympathy.
Bloody Elle rushed to his side, holding out a canteen.
But Merrick waved it away. “It won’t make a difference,” he snapped, “and you know it.”
He collapsed in the armchair, panting. He coughed once more, just a tickle, then straightened, locking Fidelia’s gaze with his clashing eyes. “A treasure of mine fell into the sea,” he said, “and you’re going to get it back.”” (Page 86) Continue reading “Race to the Bottom of the Sea – Lindsay Eagar”