The yellow triangle of Jack’s flashlight beam illuminated cross braces and fallen beams as he propelled himself in strong kicks, down the passageway, dragging the diving suit behind him.
The heavy brass helmet bobbed up and down as though nodding encouragement to Ellery.
"Josh Lanyon pulls you in from page one with fast paced adventure, wonderful characters, zippy dialog, brutal, sword-through-the-heart longing. She has an ability to rise above the sexual content and expose the very heart of a character."
