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but sometimes you had to know. Sometimes you had to see.
Learning itself is a present, you know. The best one anybody can give or get.
There came a time when you realized that moving on was pointless. That you took yourself with you wherever you went.
(officious prick)
Only this was real. So was the hat. No one else would see it, but that changed nothing. The hat was real. It was somewhere in the world. He knew it.
Rivers and small children did not mix, in
She cupped her right hand over the lower half of her face and rubbed her lips with her palm.
There was a second Dan inside. He wasn’t as close to the surface anymore, but he was still there and still the same ugly, irrational sonofabitch he’d always been.
where Dan Torrance, son of Jack, would give that worthless puppy his medicine.
During those same two years, something slept in the True Knot’s bloodstream. A little parting gift from Bradley Trevor, aka the baseball boy.
Besides, Rose wanted no one in the True with that much power.
The ass of a man is the piston that drives the world,
One hand crept out from under the covers and began wiping at her lips.
There was something familiar about this gesture, but why wouldn’t there be?
“And continue on by yourself.” Dan tipped him a grin. “Well… there’s Billy.” “Billy’s seventy-three if he’s a day.” “He’d say that’s a plus. Billy likes to tell people that the good thing about being old is that you don’t have to worry about dying young.”
David would be allowed to go on believing this for another sixty seconds or so.
needs must when the devil drives.
smile. He wondered if the True Knot might have had second thoughts if they knew their target had a smile like that in her repertoire.
What Abra was doing now, strange but true, was protecting her father’s innocence.
Incredibly, she managed a smile. A rather frightening one for a girl so young
Shine on, he thought, and pulled them all.
A deflating helium balloon with FEEL BETTER SOON printed on it in particolored letters drifted halfheartedly along the hallway ceiling, casting a jellyfish shadow.
Dan stepped into aromas he knew well: air freshener, antiseptic, and mortal illness.
Sometimes she wished she was like that, all white on the inside. But only sometimes. In her deepest heart, she had never regretted what she was.
His face was covered with flies.
She feels it. Just a little, but she does feel it. Is that a mom thing or a shining thing?
His daddy had been a scary man, and how that little boy had loved him.
“He was good and bad and I loved both
sides of him. God help me, I guess I still do.”
I think Dan knows a place where we can be together.”
There was a third lockbox in storage now, but it wasn’t as good as the ones he’d made as a kid. Because he wasn’t as strong? Because what it held was different from the revenants that had been unwise enough to seek him out? Both? He didn’t know. He only knew that it was leaky. When he opened it, what was inside might kill him. But—