Blog Tour: Daughter of the Deep by Rick Riordan

I am thrilled to be hosting a spot on the DAUGHTER OF THE DEEP by Rick Riordan Blog Tour hosted by Rockstar Book Tours. Check out my post and make sure to enter the giveaway!

 

About The Book:

Title: DAUGHTER OF THE DEEP

Author: Rick Riordan

Pub. Date:  October 5, 2021

Publisher: Disney-Hyperion

Formats: Hardcover, eBook

Pages: 416

Find it:  GoodreadsAmazon, Kindle, B&N Exclusive Edition, iBooks, Kobo, TBDBookshop.org

New York Times #1 best-selling author Rick Riordan pays homage to Jules Verne in his exciting modern take on 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea.

Ana Dakkar is a freshman at Harding-Pencroft Academy, a five-year high school that graduates the best marine scientists, naval warriors, navigators, and underwater explorers in the world. Ana's parents died while on a scientific expedition two years ago, and the only family's she's got left is her older brother, Dev, also a student at HP. Ana's freshman year culminates with the class's weekend trial at sea, the details of which have been kept secret. She only hopes she has what it'll take to succeed. All her worries are blown out of the water when, on the bus ride to the ship, Ana and her schoolmates witness a terrible tragedy that will change the trajectory of their lives. 

But wait, there's more. The professor accompanying them informs Ana that their rival school, Land Institute, and Harding-Pencroft have been fighting a cold war for a hundred and fifty years. Now that cold war has been turned up to a full broil, and the freshman are in danger of becoming fish food. In a race against deadly enemies, Ana will make amazing friends and astounding discoveries about her heritage as she puts her leadership skills to the test for the first time.

Rick Riordan's trademark humor, fast-paced action, and wide cast of characters are on full display in this undersea adventure.

Reviews:

"If you have ever craved a story that will leave your heart racing, your lungs gasping from the numerous twists and turns, your soul heaving from the effort of now carrying an ensemble cast, you will find all that and more in these pages."―New York Times best-selling author Roshani Chokshi

"Daughter of the Deep took me back sixty-seven years, to when I dreamed of becoming Captain Nemo. May all the young minds reading this book dream about the world beneath the sea and then make their dreams come true just like I did."―Dr. Robert Ballard, from aboard his ship of exploration, the E/V Nautilus 

Excerpt:


CHAPTER THREE

“Freshmen.” Dr. Hewett says the word like an insult.

He stands in the aisle, bracing himself with one hand on theseatback. He breathes heavily into the bus’s microphone. “Thisweekend’s trials will be very different from what you might beexpecting.”

This gets our attention. Everybody fixes their eyes on Hewett.

The professor is shaped like a diving bell—narrow shoulderstapering down to a wide waist, where his rumpled dress shirt ishalf untucked from his slacks. His frazzled gray hair and sad,watery eyes make him look like Albert Einstein after a night ofrunning failed calculations.

Next to me, Ester shuffles through her index cards. Top rests his head in her lap. His tail thumps softly against my thigh.

“In thirty minutes,” Hewett continues, “we will arrive in San Alejandro.”

He waits for our whispering to die down. We associate SanAlejandro with shopping, movies, and Saturday-night karaoke,not end-of-year trials. But I suppose it makes sense we wouldstart there. The school’s boat is usually moored in the harbor.

“We will proceed directly to the docks,” Hewett continues.

“No detours, no side trips to buy refreshments. You will keepyour phones off.”

A few kids grumble. Harding-Pencroft strictly controls allcommunication through the school intranet. The campus is acellular dead zone. You want to look up the breeding habits ofjellyfish? No problem. You want to watch YouTube? Good luckwith that.

The teachers say this is to keep us focused on our work. Isuspect it’s yet another security precaution, like the underwatergrid, or the armed guards, or the drone surveillance. I don’tunderstand it, but it’s a fact of life.

Typically, when we get into town, we’re like dehydrated cattle at a watering hole. We stampede to the first place with free Wi-Fi and drink it in.

“I will have further instructions once we’re at sea,” Hewett says. “Suffice to say, today you’ll find out what the academy is truly about. And the academy will find out whether you can survive its requirements.”

I want to think Hewett is just trying to scare us. The problem is, he never makes idle threats. If he says we’ll have extra weekend homework, we do. If he predicts 90 percent of us will fail his next exam, we do.

Theoretical Marine Science should be a fun fluff class. Wespend most of our time contemplating what ocean technologymight look like in one or two hundred years. Or if science hadtaken a different course, what might have happened? What ifLeonardo da Vinci had done more to develop sonar when hediscovered it in 1490? What if the plans for Drebbel’s “divingboat” hadn’t been lost in the 1600s, or if Monturiol’s anaerobicsteam-powered submarine hadn’t been scrapped for lack of funding in 1867? Would our technology today be more advanced?

It’s cool stuff to think about, but also . . . not so practical?Hewett acts as if his questions have right answers. Like, it’stheoretical.

How can you give somebody a B minus on their essay just because their guess is different than yours?

Anyway, I wish Colonel Apesh, our military-tactics professor,were chaperoning this trip. Or Dr. Kind, our physical fitnessteacher. Hewett can barely shuffle a few feet without gettingwinded. I don’t see how he’s going to judge what I imagine willbe intensely physical underwater trials.

He turns over the microphone to Gemini Twain. Gem has made our group assignments for the weekend. We’ll be divided into five teams of four, one member from each house. But first, he has a few rules to tell us about.

Of course he does. He is such a Shark. You could put him in charge of a toddler soccer team and he’d get delusions ofgrandeur. He’d have the kids marching in perfect unison withina week. Then he’d declare war on a neighboring toddler team.He rattles off a list of his favorite regulations. My attentionwanders. I look out the window.

The highway winds from switchback to switchback, hugging the cliffs. One moment, you can’t see anything but trees. The next, you can trace the entire coastline all the way back to HP. When the school is in full view, I spot something strange in the bay. A thin line of wake heads toward the base of the cliffs, just where Dev and I were diving this morning. I can’t see what’s making it. There’s no boat. It’s moving too fast and too straight to be a sea animal. Something underwater, under propulsion.

The pit of my stomach feels like I’m free-falling again.

The wake line splits into three segments. It looks like a trident,its prongs racing to jab the coastline beneath the school.

“Hey!” I tell my friends. “Hey, look!”

By the time Ester and Nelinha get to the window, the view has disappeared behind trees and cliffs.

“What was it?” Nelinha asks.

Then the shock wave hits us. The bus shudders. Boulders topple into the road.

“Earthquake!” Gem drops the mic, literally, grabbing the nearest seatback to steady himself. Dr. Hewett is thrown hard against the window.

Cracks splinter the asphalt as we skid toward the guardrail. All twenty of us, well-trained freshmen, scream likekindergarteners.

Somehow, Bernie regains control of the bus.

He slows, looking for a place to pull over. We round anotherbend, and HP comes into view, except now . . .

Ester screams, which starts Top whimpering in her lap. Nelinhapresses her hands against the glass. “No. No way. No.”

I yell, “Bernie, stop! Stop here!”

Bernie pulls into a turnout—one of the scenic overlooks where tourists can snap pictures of the Pacific. The view is clear all the way back to HP, but there’s nothing scenic about it now.

Kids are crying. Their faces press against the windows. Myinsides twist with disbelief.

A second shock wave hits us. We watch in horror as anothermassive wedge of earth calves into the bay, taking the last ofthose beautiful sugar cubes with it.

I shove my way down the aisle. I hammer on the doors untilBernie opens them. I run to the edge of the cliff and grip thecold steel guardrail.

I find myself mumbling desperate prayers. “Three-Eyed One,Lord Shiva, who nourishes all beings, may He liberate us fromdeath. . . .”

But there is no liberation.

My brother was on that campus. So were 150 other people and an aquarium full of marine animals. A square mile of theCalifornia coast has crumbled into the ocean.

Harding-Pencroft Academy is gone.


 About Rick Riordan:


Rick Riordan, dubbed “storyteller of the gods” by Publishers Weekly, is the author of five #1 New York Times best-selling middle grade series with millions of copies sold throughout the world: Percy Jackson and the Olympians, The Heroes of Olympus, and the Trials of Apollo, based on Greek and Roman mythology; the Kane Chronicles, based on Ancient Egyptian mythology; and Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard, based on Norse mythology. Rick collaborated with illustrator John Rocco on two #1 New York Times best-selling collections of Greek myths for the whole family: Percy Jackson’s Greek Gods and Percy Jackson’s Greek Heroes. Rick is also the publisher of an imprint at Disney-Hyperion, Rick Riordan Presents, dedicated to finding other authors of highly entertaining fiction based on world cultures and mythologies. He lives in Boston, Massachusetts with his wife and two sons. Follow him on Twitter at @camphalfblood.

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