His monocle lay by one outstretched hand on its length of black silk ribbon. The thinny lay close around it, but the palace rose serenely above all, its turrets trying for the sky. ” And he did think that. “The Wizard of Oz.
ing out like a brand, and thought: They’ll find me dead in this chair, someday—old, poor, and forgotten. Her smile was dissolving slowly into a petulant frown. Roland looked at him, puzzled. He dragged his horse’s head around with his usual unthinking and ham-handed force, booted its flanks, and headed east, thinking of the old bastard as he went.
Join the newsletter to receive news, updates, new products and freebies in your inbox.