Andy Flack

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Landscapes of despair and death under skies of lead, fields where bodies rotted and stunted vegetation melted down like slow, soft candlewax. Slime covered everything, hung in strands like the architecture of drunken spiders. Mad. Mad. Mad. And not a touch of color anywhere.
The Books of the South (The Chronicles of the Black Company, #3.5-5)
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