" Bang went the thunder. Whimper went the rain. Burn, burn, burn went the lighning. The sky was a rush of water with the lake rising to meet it, and in its choppy waves I saw more bodies, more red, open mouths, hands like claws wanting to pull us under. My heart was the backbeat to the thunder. "

― Moïra Fowley-Doyle , Spellbook of the Lost and Found