" They were good people. Not dolphin-good, but human-good, which was almost good enough. They couldn’t fulfill the instinctive needs she had burning in her brain, the ones that told her to find a mate who wasn’t her brother or her uncle, to swim, to leap, to know. So she was here, with the deep black sea between her and her freedom. "

― Mira Grant , Into the Drowning Deep (Rolling in the Deep, #1)