Erin loved to build scarecrows.
She made a dozen in all.
Her Pa showed her how.
But he’s dead now.
Everyone is dead.
The Many Years Storm saw to that.
Terrified and alone, Erin endured the storm in her hilltop farmhouse. She watched the sea levels rise, flooding everything in sight, washing away all but one of her scarecrows— Number Twelve. Then, on the day the rain stopped, her scarecrow came to life and climbed down from her cross. No sooner had Erin told Twelve about her eleven missing sisters, they decided to build a boat and set out across The Endless Blue to find them all.
WHEN THE HUMAN RACE FACES EXTINCTION…
…THE SCARECROWS WILL RISE.