Shortly after, the aqueous symphony of dawn began. The last day of the Walk came up wet and overcast. The wind howled down the almost-empty alley of the road like a lost dog being whipped through a strange and terrible place.

“Reading in bed can be heaven, assuming you can get just the right amount of lig…”

“We don't know the days that will change our lives. Probably just as well.”

“It’s not supposed to end this way. Whatever else Roland and his ka-tet knows, t…”

“The world had moved on and all that was over, done before fairly begun.”