Hui e, haumi e, taiki e. Let it be done. — Witi Ihimaera

The muted thunder boomed underwater like a great door opening far away. Suddenly the sea was filled with awesome singing, a song with eternity in it. (p95)

Sometimes life has a habit of flooding over you and rushing you along in its overwhelming tide. (p63)

He raised his arms as if to claw down the sky upon him. (p133)