From the Back Cover
The earthquake, it had to be an earthquake, hit like a giant pounding a sledgehammer. The boardwalk - bounced. With me on it. It was like riding a bucking bronco. I grabbed the edge of the boards, and hung on. Grand's pool was churning like a crazy thing now. Water hit me on the back, the heat soaking through my jacket and shirt.
Then it all stopped.
"That was a helluva ride," I said into the suddenly still darkness, the moon glimmering off the still sloshing pool. My thumb hurt. I held it up a few inches from my nose. A splinter was lodged under the nail. I grasped it between my teeth and yanked it out. Tugged the tail of my shirt out to stanch the blood. And stared around.
Everything seemed to be holding its breath. Not a bit of movement, except the water draining under my feet. Not a sound, except for the now-fading hiss of the runoff. I took a deep breath and started to get up.
That's when the big one hit.