The vastness of the destruction was appalling. The canyon stretched all the way from Stanley Park to Sunset Beach, an expanse of at least a mile, rimmed by a cityscape on fire and belching smoke, many of the buildings partially collapsed as though sheered by an enormous cookie cutter. Like a never-ending wave crashing to shore or like rain pounding on a tin roof, it had all along been the hole itself seething that droning noise they could hear. Some of what they could see of its bottom fell away into blackness; otherwise, the canyon was an ugly brown soup of churning mud and wreckage, ponded here and there with dark, inscrutable waters, and laced with ridges of raw earth. A place as redolent and uninhabitable as a drained cesspool.

- from EYELESS, Ch. 30.