Wrizzit
For everything, down to the scribbles.
For everything, down to the scribbles.
"She was surprised to find that the ground was barren and cracked with drought. They’d told her that her lover, all the million boys and men, had died in a quagmire choked in mud. Of course now it was summer, and all those men had died in spring in order to curb the increase. Maybe it had worked."

A Crowd