The Deep
The third spellbinding story about Sapphy and Conor's adventures in the powerful and dangerous underwater world of Ingo.A devastating flood has torn through the worlds of Air and Ingo, and now, deep in the ocean, a monster is stirring. Mer legend says that only those with dual blood – half Mer, half human – can overcome the Kraken.Sapphy must return to the Deep, with the help of her friend the whale, and face this terrifying creature – and her brother Conor and Mer friend Faro will not let her go alone…
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The DEEP
by
Helen Dunmore
HarperCollins Childrenâs Books An imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd. 1 London Bridge Street London SE1 9GF
First published in hardback by HarperCollins Childrenâs Books 2007 First published in paperback by HarperCollins Childrenâs Books 2008
Copyright © Helen Dunmore 2007
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Itâs April, and the sun is warm. Iâm sitting on a rock with Faro, way out at the mouth of the cove. The water below the rock is deep enough for Faro to swim, even now when itâs low tide. I scrambled out over the jumble of black, slippery rocks to get here.
The sun glitters on the water. Everythingâs so bright and alive and beautiful. Iâm back in Senara, back at our cove, back where I belong. Faro and I have been talking for ages. Not about anything special, just talking. Thatâs one of the best things about Faro. We start a conversation and it flows so easily, as if weâre picking up each otherâs thoughts. Sometimes we are.
Faroâs tail is curled over the edge of the rock, and every so often he pushes himself off with his hands, and plunges into the transparent water to refresh himself. The muscles in his arms and shoulders are very powerful, and he can pull himself up again out of the water and on to the rock again without much effort.
Faro canât stay out of the sea for too long. The skin of his tail, which is usually as glistening and supple as sealskin, grows dry and dull. Faro says that if the Mer get too much sun on their skin it cracks, and then they get sun-sores which are hard to heal.
But Iâm sure that Faroâs able to stay out of the sea longer these days. Maybe itâs something to do with Faro growing older, and more resilientâ¦
My thoughts drift away. Luckily, Faroâs one of those people you can be silent with, too. He hauls himself up on to our rock again, dripping and glistening.
A new summer is about to begin. For my brother Conor and me, thereâll be days and days of swimming and sunbathing and long evening walks with Sadie. Sadie loves swimming, too, and with only her nose above the water she looks more like a seal than a Golden Labrador. In the evenings weâll build driftwood bonfires on the sand, and have barbecues where we cook mackerel which weâve just caught off the rocks.
I donât want to think about the past. I want to live now. But no matter how hard I try, the memory of the flood in St Pirans keeps coming back. Floods change people, even after the waterâs gone down. You donât feel safe in the same way, once youâve seen fish swimming in and out of the car-park gates, and houses like caves full of salt water.
Conor and I have never talked to anyone about what happened to us the night of the flood, when the Tide Knot broke. Nobody would believe us, anyway.
The Tide Knot is sealed again. The sea canât come raging in over the land.
But I shiver. I know Ingoâs power.
We moved back to our cottage here in Senara in January. That was one good thing that came out of the flood: our rented house was an uninhabitable wreck. And Mum didnât want to live in St Pirans any more. She thought weâd be safer back in Senara, high up on the cliff.
