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349 pages, Kindle Edition
First published October 27, 2026

He thrusts his hand into the water to yank it free, and he doesn’t know why he’s trembling or why he again whispers, “Ocean, I said fix my life. Please.” Because better to beg the sea than start crying.
"The hands that cradled your face and tilted it upwards to kiss your forehead are soaked in unfathomable quantities of blood.”
“but they cradled me, yes?”
"He’ll deal with this by himself; he always does.
Coveys don’t talk."
"Skin is such thin protection against the cruel teeth of the world, and Jonathan is again struck by how badly his fits, how much he wants to claw free and simply walk away. If he wasn’t soft, if only he was a hardened, clever thing, this wouldn’t be happening, because at some point in all of this he would have fought back. Yet he didn’t."
"The ocean is more familiar than his own heartbeat and twice as true, and it soothes Jonathan in a way nothing else does. The fact it will one day drown him and pack him down among reefs, take out his eyes with salted fingers and make a shipwreck of his bones only makes him love it more.
It’s madness to love the sea, but at least it loves him back."
"you did not deserve it for looking like prey, and i did not deserve it for looking like a monster."
