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In the world of the dead gods, fifteen-year-old Hark discovers the still-beating heart of a terrifying deity in the wreckage of the ocean floor. When he decides to use this dark artifact to save his critically injured best friend Jelt, he must protect it from smugglers, military scientists, and a fanatical cult who want it for their own purposes. But as Jelt begins to transform in unsettling ways, Hark faces an impossible question: how far should loyalty extend when the person you're saving is becoming something monstrous?
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Hark and his best friend Jelt live in a world where ancient sea gods are real and terrifying, and when Hark discovers the still-beating heart of one of these monsters, he gets caught up in a wild adventure involving smugglers, military scientists, and a fanatical cult all because he wants to save his best friend's life. Frances Hardinge has this incredible ability to mix genuinely funny moments with real danger, so the book feels thrilling without being nonstop horror, and the relationship between Hark and Jelt gives the whole story real emotional weight that pulls you through the scary parts. Anyone who loves fantasy with complex world-building and morally gray characters will find a lot to sink their teeth into here, and the pacing keeps things moving even when the plot gets complicated. Parents should know there's some genuinely creepy imagery involving the god-heart and its effects, plus moments of real peril, but Hardinge's humor and the boys' friendship make it feel more adventurous than purely frightening. The setting an island culture built around drowned gods and deep-sea mythology is so vividly imagined that you'll practically smell the salt water, and the twists about power, belief, and what makes someone a monster keep you guessing until the end. If you've enjoyed Hardinge's other books like *The Lie Tree* or you're looking for something with similar depth to *Percy Jackson* but darker and more sardonic, this one's definitely worth picking up.