Excerpt from The Winged Child, chapter eight:
The storm besieged and assaulted them in a drowning fury for a week. When the sun finally reappeared over Shelton Crossing, the Long Broad brimmed her banks, too swift and debris-laden to safely cross in the stoutest boat. Creeks had become torrents, trees that withstood centuries found no purchase for their roots in the slurried slopes and toppled into the mud. The town was awash. Sharon ran out of gin at the Hungry Dragon Cafe. Unbedded streams and absented bridges had prevented Amos, the trader, his latest re-supply trip.