“Brody felt a shimmy of fear skitter up his back. He was a very poor swimmer, and the prospect of being on top of – let alone in – water above his head give him what his mother used to call the wimwams: sweaty palms, a persistent need to swallow, and a ache in his stomach – essentially the sensation some people feel about flying. In Brody’s dreams, deep water was populated by slimy, savage things that rose from below and shredded his flesh, by demons that cackled and moaned.”
