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Chapters (38)
  1. ARGUMENT
  2. PROLOGUE
  3. PART ONE
  4. Chapter I
  5. Chapter II
  6. Chapter III
  7. Chapter IV
  8. Chapter V
  9. PART TWO
  10. Chapter I
  11. Chapter II
  12. Chapter III
  13. Chapter IV
  14. Chapter V
  15. Chapter VI
  16. Chapter VII
  17. Chapter VIII
  18. Chapter IX
  19. Chapter X
  20. INTERLUDE
  21. PART THREE
  22. Chapter I
  23. Chapter II
  24. Chapter III
  25. Chapter IV
  26. Chapter V
  27. Chapter VI
  28. Chapter VII
  29. Chapter VIII
  30. Chapter IX
  31. Chapter X
  32. PART FOUR
  33. Chapter I
  34. Chapter II
  35. Chapter III
  36. Chapter IV
  37. Chapter V
  38. AFTERWORD

“Go on,” Eddie told him quietly. “Let the rest be what it is. What it was.” He looked around. Kansas, they were in Kansas. Somewhere, somewhen. Except he felt that Mejis and those people he had never seen—Cordelia and Jonas and Brian Hookey and Sheemie and Pettie the Trotter and Cuthbert Allgood—were very close now. That Roland’s lost Susan was very close now. Because reality was thin here—as thin as the seat in an old pair of bluejeans—and the dark would hold for as long as Roland needed it to hold. Eddie doubted if Roland even noticed the dark, particularly. Why would he? Eddie thought it had been night inside of Roland’s mind for a long, long time... and dawn was still nowhere near.

He reached out and touched one of those callused killer’s hands. Gently he touched it, and with love.

“Go on, Roland. Tell your tale. All the way to the end.”

“All the way to the end,” Susannah said dreamily. “Cut the vein.” Her eyes were full of moonlight.

“All the way to the end,” Jake said.

“End,” Oy whispered.

Roland held Eddie’s hand for a moment, then let it go. He looked into the guttering fire without immediately speaking, and Eddie sensed him trying to find the way. Trying doors, one after another, until he found one that opened. What he saw behind it made him smile and look up at Eddie.

“True love is boring,” he said.

“Say what?”

“True love is boring,” Roland repeated. “As boring as any other strong and addicting drug. And, as with any other strong drug...”

PART THREE

COME, REAP

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Chapter I

BENEATH THE HUNTRESS MOON

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True love, like any other strong and addicting drug, is boring—once the tale of encounter and discovery is told, kisses quickly grow stale and caresses tiresome... except, of course, to those who share the kisses, who give and take the caresses while every sound and color of the world seems to deepen and brighten around them. As with any other strong drug, true first love is really only interesting to those who have become its prisoners.

And, as is true of any other strong and addicting drug, true first love is dangerous.

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