In the StoryBreath Hold
Ninety meters below the surface, Maëlle saw her drowned brother again. She wants to go deeper. In Dahab, depth is something the body experiences before it becomes a promise. Yet Maëlle Vasseur returns from it having encountered Simon. The memory is no passing idea she can dismiss. It feels like a place she could reach.
Open the novel ↗A moment in the opening pages
Maëlle uncoiled it across the rubber mat, meter by meter, letting her palm run along the sheath. The room’s lights were off. The open doorway framed a strip of almost-gray sea, the dark outline of Arabia’s mountains across the gulf, and, just below, Dahab’s promenade, where a man was stacking plastic chairs outside a café. Each time the rope slid over the floor, it made a faint sound like crumpling paper.Read the excerpt ↗