Ash lay thick and acid over the once verdant land: no seed unfurled there and few plants pushed up through it. The house was on a cul-de-sac, leaving twilly no safe cover for lurking in his dirty black pickup. And when he is done playing with you, he will end it.
They came from the troft assemblage. We had to take some of our provisions too, for we were in a perfect desolation, and so far as we could see through the snowfall, there was not even the sign of habitation.