Second paragraph of third chapter:

At junctures the quakes seemed to come often, sending the water quivering over her skin again and again in reverberating series. It wasn’t a comfortable feeling, the concussions jarring through her bones and sending chills through her teeth. Goosebumps lifted on her skin, so rare an occasion she felts at them in wondering confusion. Any texture at all came as a fascinating alleviation to the endless litany of despair that was her only company.

Catie’s rate of output is very impressive, and I have long given up trying to keep pace with her books; I enjoyed this tale of an immortal from Atlantis getting involved with an archaeological dig into his own past, and finding that past relationships come back to haunt him. Some online reviewers insist that it’s rather closely linked to the Highlander series, but I don’t know that particular show and to me it seemed pretty fresh and interesting; ancient secrets and relationships coming to the surface. Good fun. You can get it here.

This was the SF book that had lingered longest unread on my shelves. Next on that pile (and last of those acquired in 2016) is There Will Be War Vol X, edited by Jerry Pournelle.