“Now small fowls flew screaming over the yet yawning gulf; a sullen white surf beat against its steep sides; then all collapsed, and the great shroud of the sea rolled on as it rolled five thousand years ago.”
“We need the sea. We need a place to stand and touch and listen - to feel the pusle of the world as the surf rolls in.”
“Bloated!" he cried. The corresponding hieroglyph flew through the air, bursting against a demon's chest in a spray of light. Instantly, the demon swelled like a water balloon and rolled screaming down the pyramid."Flat!" Thoth blasted another demon, who collapsed and shriveled into a monster-shaped doormat."Intestinal problems!" Thoth yelled. The poor demon who got zapped with that one turned green and doubled over.”
“now the Great Fear's rolled round the world and washes over Newspaper Grey air”
“The sea, the sea, the sea. It rolled and rolled and called to me. Come in, it said, come in.”
“White spume flew its ghost against the glass.”