The problem with suddenly becoming a Leviathan is that there's quite a bit of adjustment needed to fit these changes into your life.

Even for a magical creature like Micky is (or was), the sudden burden of size, strength and responsibility is almost too much to handle. And mostly, she doesn't even understand the job or the role.

Sometimes a vast oceangoing monstrous serpent, sometimes a curvaceous anthropomorph, Micky is adjusting to the solitary existence of the queen of the seas. In between tending to her coral reef gardens, cleaning up ancient wrecks, and dodging fragile cargo ships, she ventures up onto land to visit her friends in the air world, because it's lonely down in the cold dark depths.