Honeymoon Hiatus: Name That Quote #9

This author has appeared before in our little series here — but under a different name. (That’s a clue, of course, if you know your recent Irish lit.)

They departed, the gods, on the day of the strange tide. All morning under a milky sky the waters in the bay had swelled and swelled, rising to unheard-of heights, the small waves creeping over parched sand that for years had known no wetting save for rain and lapping the very bases of the dunes. the rusted hulk of the freighter that had run aground at the far end of the bay longer ago than any of us could remember must have thought it was being granted a relaunch. I would not swim again, after that day….

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