
by Kenneth Willow
Meet Agnus. He's the perfect little 'Lamb'-pretty, poised, and utterly useless. He thinks that by doing nothing, he stays sinless. He doesn't realize that silence is just a slower way to kill everyone he loves. This isn't a story about a hero; it's a front-row seat to a porcelain doll rotting from the inside out. I can't wait to watch his strings snap and see if he's still 'pure' when he finally hits the floor. Oh, and about that cover? A messy blur of crayons and abstract noise. They say it represents his world, but honestly? It's just an eyesore. It's funny how the creator focused so much on the Lamb that they completely forgot to draw me. But I suppose that's the point-the most dangerous things are always the ones you're too lazy to see. Enjoy the show. It's going to be a beautiful wreck.
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