It was as if she lived only on clear, salty air, and when the day came for her to pass away, she would probably do exactly that. Just take a step to one side. Dissolve into a north-westerly wind as it whirled around the lighthouse at North Point, then out across the sea. – John Ajvide Lindqvist, Harbor, 2008, translated from the Swedish by Marlaine Del

Presently a light breeze sprang up, rolling the fog before it, and then dying away, leaving the lighthouse enshrouded…. The two great fog-bells of the lighthouse were therefore set agoing, and they rang out their slow deep-toned peal all that day and all that night… – R.M. Ballantyne, The Lighthouse: Being the Story of a Great Fight Between Man an

She is like a revolving light-house—pitch darkness alternating with a dazzling brilliancy. – Henry James, “Washington Square,” 1880 [Doctor Sloper. —tεᖇ&#55