She held it up before her; let its pulsing radiance run down her wrinkled face like rain. It was a wonder any ever grew up to be men. “What?” Roland asked. Tell him what I said about the doorway to hell.
“Alain, are you listening?”Alain, who knew perfectly well that Roland wasn’t speaking of his ears or his attention-span, nodded. Roland? What’s wrong? What ails thee?”For Roland was no longer hunkering; he had collapsed into a loose sitting position on the petal-strewn stone floor. Wings of iron-gray hair floated away from either side of his head, gossamer as cobwebs. As with the baby (as with all of them), his eyes were gone; huge dark sockets stared at Jake.
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