The Murky Depths

By Linda Jordan

Setnya spies on her enemies, the land people. Humans engineered the sea people before the first world war between those of land and sea.

Once again, humans threaten to take over the sea.

Will Setnya’s choices move her people closer or farther from another war?

A thought-provoking story on the nature of humanity.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Metamorphosis Press
• Release date: Aug 21, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301496594

Linda Jordan

Linda Jordan writes fascinating characters, visionary worlds, and imaginative fiction. She creates both long and short fiction, serious and silly. She believes in the power of healing and transformation, and many of her stories follow those themes.In a previous lifetime, Linda coordinated the Clarion West Writers’ Workshop as well as the Reading Series. She spent four years as Chair of the Board of Directors during Clarion West’s formative period. She’s also worked as a travel agent, a baker, and a pond plant/fish sales person, you know, the sort of things one does as a writer.Currently, she’s the Programming Director for the Writers Cooperative of the Pacific Northwest.Linda now lives in the rainy wilds of Washington state with her husband, daughter, four cats, a cluster of Koi and an infinite number of slugs and snails.

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The Murky Depths

The Murky Depths

Linda Jordan

Metamorphosis Press

Copyright © 2013 by Linda Jordan

Published by Metamorphosis Press

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The Murky Depths

About the Author

The Murky Depths

Setnya flattened her gills, smoothing the dripping water from her face. She squatted behind the sodden log on the rock and began breathing through her mouth and nose. The darkness hid her from sight. The cool rain washed the sea water from her scaly skin. The sky was surprisingly light even covered with water-filled clouds. The cold air chilled her, but so did the sight of the black sticks against the dark sky.

She peered at the activity beneath the lights. What were they building? She could see in the night, but those bright lights messed up her vision. She’d volunteered to find out. She’d wanted the excitement. Now, it was time to do her task well.

The land people were talking, but it took time for her hearing to adjust to the lack of water noise and actually make out their words. She hadn’t really been out of the water for years.

Creeping closer, she was careful not to tear the webbing on her feet with the sharp rocks. Staying behind the driftwood, she tried to recall speech, so she could tell the others about what was being said. The words remained gibberish. She must try and remember.

From the beach the building was about fifty, yards was that it? It looked like a complicated shape. They had made the bottom part of gray stone. It was going to be tall. The land people had six huge machines helping. And hundreds of people.

Whatever it was, it was permanent. They had come back to try and reclaim the sea.

She shivered. It had been a long time since the land people had ventured so close to the water. Had they forgotten? Did they not remember what her people had done to them?

The noise from above came nearer. They had a flying