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Because when Eddie’s in that fuckin zone, he could talk the devil into setting himself on fire.
We’re haunted by roses and trains, he thought.
“Sometimes there are ghosts, and sometimes they come back.”
“There’ll be water if God wills it,” he said. “Christ, you could have made a fortune writing fortune cookies,” Eddie said.
“But remember yer promise, Will—if ye see me at Seafront—Mayor’s House—and if ye’d be my friend, see me there for the first time. As I’d see you.”
Fools are the only folk on the earth who can absolutely count on getting what they deserve.
ARGYOU NOT ABOUT THE HAND YOU ARE DELT IN CARDS OR LIFE.
“Ye’ve made a vow and a contract. Papers have been passed, the weird-woman has been consulted, money has changed hands. And ye’ve given your promise. If that means nothing to such as yerself, girl, remember what it’d mean to yer father.”
“If you love me, then love me. Make me break my promise.”
“If you love me, then love me.”
Those in the grip of a strong drug—heroin, devil grass, true love—often find themselves trying to maintain a precarious balance between secrecy and ecstasy as they walk the tightrope of their lives.
All that pre-Fair week, Rhea sat in front of the glass, peering into its depths. She had taken time to sew Ermot’s head back onto his body with clumsy stitches of black thread, and she sat with the decaying snake around her neck as she watched and dreamed, not noticing the stench that began to arise from the reptile as time passed.
Crazy is as crazy does.
Coral Thorin—sharp as Lord Satan, and able to fuck like Satan’s favorite harlot.
“Mount up,” he said. “Reaping’s come.”
“Bird and bear and hare and fish.”
She drew in a final breath of cool air, warmed it with her heart, and loosed it in a defiant shout: “ROLAND, I LOVE THEE!”
“ ‘Never whistle for the wind unless you want it to blow,’ ”
