It seemed like the late autumn wind blew them in that night, spinning and dizzying from the four corners of the world. It was a bitch wind, knife-sharp and cutting, and it blew bad and cold. And they came with it, scurrying and skittering, like yellow leaves and old newspapers, from a thousand places and from nowhere at all.
- The Sandman Volume 2: The Doll’s House [Graphic Novel], part 5: ‘The Collecters”, by Neil Gaiman (writer), Mike Dringenberg (penciller), Malcolm Jones III (inker), Robbie Busch (colourist), Todd Klein (letterer), pg. 140
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