Finch is in deep, with no surface in sight. He hadn't expected a welcoming party when they whirlpooled into Atlantis--although "welcoming" isn't exactly the right word. More like "mildly hostile." As descendants of the powerful Primus Anglicus, the Atlanteans are not to be trifled with. But Erebus isn't leaving until he gets what he wants--and neither is Davin. Caught in the midst of a political battle royale, Finch can only ride out the waves. And...