Trevor Moran
The Boy Who Brought the Rain Depending on who you asked, little Danny Dresden was either born a miracle or delivered as a scornful scourge to the village of Humblegoose: POP 110—a thereabouts figure dictated more accurately by how cold the previous winter had been in correlation with those passed the age of physical usefulness. It was a village manned and maintained mainly by farmers who depended on the lush green grass growing in great grazeable garnishings for their cattle who nourished themselves along bountiful fields of various crops. Seldom would a land of such generous abundance be discovered twice in a single lifetime, and all who lived there felt blessed for having found it just the once. Eight years prior to the circumstances of the current day, little Danny Dresden was born on the kitchen floor from between the legs of his very own mother—as luck would have it—although unfortunately evaded by legitimacy due to one scandalous drunken evening and an everabsent co-creator. But the months preceding that event antilang. no. 3
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