They were close to the end of the beginning . . .

At the end of her life she was aware of heat but not pain. She had time to consider his eyes, eyes of that blue which is the color of the sky at first light...

Ka was a wheel; it was also a net from which none ever escaped.

Roland of Gilead responded as he ever had and ever would when such useless, mystifying questions were raised: ‘Ka.

the man in black travels with your soul in his pocket.

They had discovered one could grow as hungry for light as for food.