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“Anger is the most useless emotion,” Henchick intoned, “destructive to the mind and hurtful of the heart.”
Because dead was the gift that kept on giving. Dead, like diamonds, was forever.
all you imagined, no matter how wild it might seem, was no more than a disguised version of what you already knew.
“When the King comes and the Tower falls, sai, all such pretty things as yours will be broken. Then there will be darkness and nothing but the howl of Discordia and the cries of the can toi.”
“You doom yourselves, Susannah. You seem positively bent on it, and the root is always the same: your faith fails you, and you replace it with rational thought. But there is no love in thought, nothing that lasts
in deduction, only death in rationalism.”
They replaced the magic with machines, do ya kennit, and now the machines are failing.
Eddie got in. Roland paused for a moment to tap his throat three times. Eddie had seen him perform this ritual before when about to cross open
water, and reminded himself to ask about it. He never got the chance; before the question occurred to him again, death had slipped between them.
When you came right down to it, how did anyone know they weren’t a character in some writer’s story, or
a transient thought in some bus-riding schmoe’s head, or a momentary mote in God’s eye? Thinking about such stuff was crazy, and enough such thinking could drive you crazy.
Their situation was becoming ever harder to deny: they were characters in someone’s story. This whole world—
Because what’s seen can’t be unseen. What’s known can’t be unknown.” He paused. “Save perhaps in death.”
In the Land of Memory, the time is always Now. In the Kingdom of Ago, the clocks tick… but their hands never move. There is an Unfound Door (O lost) and memory is the key which opens it.
