Status Updates From The Day of the Triffids

This is brilliant! I love Wyndham's writing and I think this is better that The Midwich Cuckoo’s.

‘It was not vapour. It was a cloud of seeds, floating, so infinitely light they were, even in the rarefied air. Millions of gossamer-slung triffid seeds, free now to drift wherever the winds of the world should take them…’

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