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“Anger is the most useless emotion,” Henchick intoned, “destructive to the mind and hurtful of the heart.”
Eddie wanted his wife back; Jake wanted his friend. And while Eddie might get what he wanted somewhere down the line, Jake Chambers never would. Because dead was the gift that kept on giving. Dead, like diamonds, was forever.
She thought, Dad-a-chuck, dad-a-churtle, don’t worry, girl, you got the turtle! It was such a silly rhyme she almost laughed out loud.
“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.”
And that feeling was totally subjective, wasn’t it? 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.
Dad-a-chum, dad-a-chee, not to worry, you’ve got the key.
The shadows of overhanging trees swallowed them. The smell of fir and pinesap was simultaneously sweet and sharp. “Pretty country,” the gunslinger said. “A man could take his long ease here.” It was his only comment.
Roland sat a moment longer, thinking. Then he said: “Ka.” Eddie burst out laughing. He simply couldn’t help it. Roland always had the answer.
“‘The man in black fled across the desert, and the gunslinger followed.’ The rest might have been puff and blow, but man, that was clean.”
“So we’re told, and we all say thank ya. Start with the lobstrosities biting off my fingers.” “Dad-a-jum, dad-a-jingers, goddam lobsters bit off your fingers,” King said, and actually laughed.
“Dad-a-chum, dad-a-chee,” King lilted, “not to worry, you’ve got the key!”
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.
I could almost hear Roland saying, “There are many worlds and many tales, but not much time.”
I was going to send it back but will keep it because I at least liked the pictures (especially Oy). But the story was a cheat. Can you spell CHEAT Mr. King? M-O-O-N, that spells CHEAT.
