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185 pages, Kindle Edition
First published April 11, 2019




"They had a bit of a rep as being cowboys. I gave them the benefit of the doubt and joined them on one trip up in the Blue Mountains, but that chick, Beth, she was too much for even me. Kept going on about wanting to 'live on the edge', and I got stuck arguing about neglected safety measures. Killed it for me, so I avoided them afterwards." Ellie shrugged. "I suppose if they did go missing while down there, it wouldn't be a huge surprise. If you do stupid shit often enough..."

Something smashed into his back, a hard impact against his tank that drove him forward with the force of a battering ram. He lost his regulator out of his mouth.
"I... I think I'm stuck." Sam tried to sound matter of fact, but there was an edge to his voice. The whisper of anxiety had gained a megaphone, was screaming at him that he would never get free. He'd be entombed in pitch black until he starved. (...) Sam gave himself a mental slap. Focus on reality, not fear. He clamped down on the anxious thoughts, blocking them out to concentrate on his surrounds.
Earth and rock beneath his fingers.
Air to breathe.
The anxiety he'd felt about the dive was absent. Now that he was submerged deep underground, he felt that he'd stepped over a threshold. There no longer seemed a point to worrying. If something was to go wrong, it was out of his hands. At the thought, he suddenly felt lighter, and with his mind unencumbered by anxiety, he was free to admire the stark beauty of the underwater cave.

She clasped the strange apparatus between his lips and pulled it out. In the dark, she was blind to the crimson that trickled from his mouth, his blood indistinguishable from water. After a dive of thirty metres, the passage had taken a sharp rise of 40 metres until emerging into the current chamber. A dive that she did with ease, but one that had given the human a severe case of decompression illness.
Light brown sediment swirled through the water, creating a dirty soup and reducing visibility to virtually zero. Sam had to hold his hand within inches of his mask to see it through the murk.
Pitch black. Sam raised one hand before his hand and moved it back and forth. He knew it was only a few centimetres from his eyes and yet he couldn't see a thing.
Jack waved a hand before his eyes but could see nothing. The dark was absolute.
