black water Rising is dedicated to her paternal grandfather.
He struggled forward breast-deep, waist-deep, knee-deep, in the black water.
Was he hidden under the black water that filled the bottom of the ravine?
She sees him drifting—over the black water, through the ashy light.
By the side of the rock ran a deep gulf filled with black water.
There was no white line of foam to betray her movement through the black water.
“Look over here, straight down into the black water,” said Jack.
He had no doubt Jimmy's body was now floating somewhere in that stretch of black water!
Did Garstin realise the danger of the black water that was rising, ever rising?
"I live, Tekewani, though I saw the teeth of rocks beneath the black water," she urged gently.