White Noise - 5-13
He lay himself down, wings outstretched, in the grass. He was burned and bleeding all the places he had a scar now, and he was hungrier and leaner, and the earth beneath him seemed to bow upward to hold him, sloping away towards a fiery orange light and the shape of someone else lying in the grass.
Chapter 5, page 13
http://www.white-noise-comic.com/comic/5-13 Aaand here's today's page! I still like the colors on this one. :D