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  There have always been warps—tears between realities—and they’ve always been a threat to humanity. Most people are blind to them. But Hallie’s eyes are opening. Now that she’s going to school at the Protectorate, she’s learning there’s more to life than fun and games. The truth is, she’s just become part of Earth’s only shield against the monsters of the warps. Before, she didn’t think she was anything special. Now, yanked from her relatively normal life, she realizes that she doesn’t have a choice. When the emergency alarm sounds, calling everyone in the school to arms, even the young and inexperienced are needed. As one of the warp weavers—capable of closing the warps and stopping the monsters—Hallie must now work to save lives. And she must do it in the most complicated situation she’s ever experienced. Because there are sea serpents in the Thames, and Hallie has to close the doors that are letting them in. The problem is, they’re underwater, and they’re hungry. Now everyone is relying on her, and Hallie must find a way to do her job—with a brand new partner—before it’s too late. Because if she fails she’ll die, along with everyone who’s depending on her.

Excerpt;

I can just make out the huge forms of Sea Serpents undulating in the murky distance. They don’t seem to have noticed us yet but my hands are streaming Warplight, guiding us to the rift that has allowed these beasts entry from their home world, and I don’t know how long we’ll be able to keep our presence a secret.

I want to speak, to fill the oppressive silence the weight of the water has caused, but my mouth is dry and sticky with fear. A condom is drifting next to us, resembling a translucent jellyfish. Gross.

Well, this is certainly an adventure. Join the Protectorate, they said. See the world, they said. Drown at the bottom of the disgusting Thames, they didn’t say. At least needles don’t float. I wonder if mystical healing works on hepatitis.

“There!” Ruble hisses, his dreadlocks brushing my cheek as he turns, spinning the board around with his feet.

It spirals so rapidly I lose my balance, just a bit. My right elbow hits the bubble and ... passes straight through, resistance no more than the surface of the water itself. It feels like I’ve submerged it into a cold bath.