𝗗𝗮𝘆 𝟭𝟱𝟱𝟯
It's a straight shot of reading now without interruptions as I barrel my way to the end of Wolves of the Calla!
We last left Roland weaving his web of strategic lies to the 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘯 of Calla Bryn Sturgis, knowing who the traitor is in their midst. I, for one, got faked out with his "revelation" to the masses about the nature of the Wolves, so maybe my theory still holds.
Part Three, Chapter VI: Before the Storm
𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘌𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘸𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘣𝘰𝘹 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘨, 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵. “𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘐 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢…𝘢 𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘰-𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘱.”
“𝘐𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥,” 𝘊𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥. “𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘌𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘦, 𝘴𝘩𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨.”
“𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥.”
For some reason, they've returned to the cave. As if there's not ENOUGH going on!
𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝟣𝟫𝟩𝟩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘯’𝘴 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘕𝘦𝘸 𝘠𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘗𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘤 𝘓𝘪𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘺. 𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘵𝘪 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 (𝘉𝘈𝘕𝘎𝘖 𝘚𝘒𝘈𝘕𝘒 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦) 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵.
BANGO SKANK! If that famous graffiti artist's name in the King universe hasn't been used as a punk band name in this one, I'll be disappointed.
And here we are...
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𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘹, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘉𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘳𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦. 𝘏𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴. 𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥, 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴, 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥, 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘪𝘵? 𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭. 𝘈 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵, 𝘢 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮.
𝘌𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥.
WHY WOULD EDDIE BE GIVEN BLACK THIRTEEN!
That seems to be one of the most reckless actions. And the timing - they couldn't wait until after the wolves to go back traipsing through the cave door?
Ugh... this chapter has me so stressed
𝘊𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘴. 𝘏𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢 𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥, 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘌𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘦. 𝘌𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘦.
Oh... f--- me!
𝘌𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘥𝘨𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘦. 𝘊𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘌𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘷𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳’𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘴.
Father Callahan returned through the door just in time to save Eddie's life!
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘚𝘶𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢𝘩 𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘺 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘭, 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳, 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘤𝘺𝘤𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴. 𝘚𝘩𝘦’𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬 𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘺. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥.
𝘖𝘩 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘎𝘰𝘥, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘐’𝘮 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸? 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘵?
Stephen King is such a jerk for putting them all through this unceasing barrage of trials!
With all this stress, I can't take it anymore and end my reading for today.
I am now 89% of the way through Wolves of the Calla.
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