A dark man, a castle of shadows and shattered, green crystal that looms across the wide road of the Beam, crenels all apsarkle in a full moon and the cruel glow of the wraith of a rainbow. I wasn't waiting there to taunt a hero and his katet with a revolver and a soul eating magic ball, the truth was I hoped they could end it all.
Strange. When the moment comes we understand we didn't know. Up time's river without a paddle. Dark rooms and dark reality and no power. Dark tower.
I always did think you were off your rocker, that an idiot behind the wheel of a van and a hungry dog was just fate's coy juxtapose, though lately-
Hurricane, crane and sea and tennis balls in the swell of the tide, Tess with her shortcut, a rat in a cabin and a man with his mind sick with the flu and dreaming of a mirage out west. It's...
There. The final chapter is my gun. I'm almost certain now.