"Her expression freezes.
The water-lump is racing for her.
It bolts her upright, out of the
water to her hips, then slams her hard,
whipping her in an upward arc of eight
feet before she is jerked down to her
open mouth. Another jolt to her floating
hair. One hand claws the air, fingers
trying to breathe, then it, too, is sucked
below in a final and terrible jerking
motion. HOLD on the churning froth of
a baby whirl-pool until we are sure it is over."