«All hail the crimson king!

Her arms and belly and breasts breaking out in gooseflesh

Cuthbert, meanwhile, had already reloaded

But he and his love were no longer children

Smiling lips revealed cunning little teeth

There they died together-o

Of the three of them, only Roland saw her

It cut the old man’s throat efficiently enough

A flash as the big-bang exploded

The dark tower rearing to the sky

The wicked witch of the East