”Roland had no intention of taking them through the brush and toward the source of that sound. We’re on our own, my friend. “It’s ka,” he said. “I think they daren’t wait much longer to strike Farson a mortal blow.
He smiled—a thin, hurty smile. She chuffed nearly soundless laughter and thrust the empty tun into his arms almost hard enough to knock him on his ass. He held his hands out patiently, saying nothing, waiting for her mind to accept reality—if she let go, there was some chance. The road, and the mysteries that lie along it, calls out to none as it calls to the young.
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