Extract from SOAPY WATER, section 7, chapter 14. "Maubaya blinked and saw, instead of a woman standing on a shore, now unpigmented streamers wavering like banners before her face and a deserted bank, her thoughts cutting through all suggestions to prompt her to track the lines, following the ribbons as her brain slowed the event, certain of something she had not yet caught. She followed the stripes to a mass a few inches from her face, right by her side and just out of immediate sight. She looked straight into the wide, fanatically longing pit of an eye; a pupil so vast that they looked keen to devour her. She unfocussed, and saw the deranged elation which played a mouth, as a lesion ever expanding beyond the apparent bounds of a jaw."
Extract from SOAPY WATER, section 7, chapter 7. "...the earth and water shades of his strike streaking as efforts to his force which trailed a move of lightning, bright under the arc of crimson which chased its heavenward brother, the head spinning to splay its colours as art interpreted by but one soul as such.
Extract from SOAPY WATER, section 7, chapter 12. "He exhaled a breath fit for the dying and entered into a dim space, bright only by a large screen which portrayed some animals dying, before which sat a conglomerate of silhouettes, weeping quietly, led by the false preacher who stood alongside the video, crying with them."
Extract from SOAPY WATER, section 7, chapter 10: "The Last Juned gazed at him, emotionless and drawn simply by exhaustion, as the effort of shifting sank into the pooling mud and rubble. Motion, becoming dead, subject to rain which played with her pain, and mocked in chemical shades."