“The bridge sways perilously from side to side. There is a...

“The bridge sways perilously from side to side. There is a deep creaking groan. The cart rolls backward, the horses slip, and the bridge is loose in open air. I lunge forward, reaching out toward Salvius’s shoulder as he grabs for the cart. The bridge twists in death throes.

There is a moment in which we seem to float, then a sudden rending crash, a tearing thud as loud as a thunderclap. The world we are on has broken apart: the river ice is shattered.” 

— from the novel Sinful Folk