The Dreadful Wind Demons.

At one point in my current novel, Trent - the protagonist - illustrates a mural in chalk on the side of his school. Of course, the teachers make him hose it down, but he recreates it for a two-page spread in the book. Near the top center are the Dreadful Wind Demons.

Watch out, they're dreadful.


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