Thursday, September 20, 2007

Bloor Line, sinking.

Caucasian male, mid 20s, wearing a black shirt, black shorts and black boots. His hair is long and thin, patches of scalp showing through, a circular scar crowning his head. The length of his forearms are covered in year's worth of welts and slashes, some raised and red.

The Gunslinger: The Dark Tower 1, Stephen King (Signet)

Page 37:

He came in the late afternoon on the day Nort died, and the wind was whipping it up, pulling away the loose top soil, sending sheets of grit and uprooted stalks of corn windmilling past.

A week later, he's sitting in the same place, rocking, headphones siphoning thrash metal. His forearms are bound, all snuggily in swaddling cloths.

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