Book Twelve: Queen of Darkness
The giant wave crashed over my head about a second after I turned to see it coming. Blue water closed around me. The fading sun shone through, dispersing as I went deeper, shoved down to thud against the sandy bottom as inertia took over. My lungs spasmed, body begging for air I hadn't had time to draw before going under. The brightly-painted surfboard rocketed to the surface without me, tether line jerking on my ankle. My body tried to figure out which way was up while the foaming rush of water drove me down and rolled me forward, headfirst into the gritty bottom.
I suppose I should have panicked, considering. Anyone else would have, I'm sure of it. But even in that moment of mortal terror, my logical mind shrugged.
Immortality had its benefits.