𝗗𝗮𝘆 𝟭𝟲𝟬𝟳
Continuing to read Song of Susannah, entering into "The Castle Allure: 6th Stanza".

Susannah/Mia got checked into a fancy hotel thanks to the hypnotic turtle amulet they found in a bowling bag. But now it looks like they may be ready to travel to an otherworldly place.

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“𝘖𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦!” 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯’𝘴 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥. 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘚𝘶𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢𝘩 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥. 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘸. “𝘖𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥!”

𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘢 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘬𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘚𝘶𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢𝘩’𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘔𝘪𝘢 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘩 𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱’𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦.

Still puzzled that Mia wasn't just a separate personality of Susannah, in Detta/Odetta fashion. Mia seems to be a fully formed entity with her own agency!

“𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘚𝘶𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘕𝘦𝘸 𝘠𝘰𝘳𝘬,” 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘔𝘪𝘢... “𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘒𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦. 𝘞𝘦’𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘪𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘊𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘦. 𝘞𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭? 𝘐𝘧 𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘫𝘶𝘮𝘱, 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘰 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵. 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘺 𝘨𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳-𝘮𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯’𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺? 𝘕𝘢𝘺, 𝘯𝘢𝘺. 𝘠𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯, 𝘴𝘰 𝘺’𝘢𝘳𝘦.”

Very Lovecraftian image.

𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘺, 𝘨𝘢𝘸𝘬𝘺, 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘦, 𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘢 𝘥𝘰𝘻𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘸 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘺 𝘢𝘪𝘳. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘴—𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘴, 𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵—𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘖𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘤𝘪𝘳𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘳 𝘱𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴.

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"𝘈𝘴𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘨𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳. 𝘏𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴, 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵. 𝘏𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩, 𝘚𝘶𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘕𝘦𝘸 𝘠𝘰𝘳𝘬. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘱𝘴𝘦. 𝘠𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘺𝘦𝘥, 𝘢𝘺𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘺, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵."

Damn, Mia has got some words for Roland!

𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦, 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘣𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦. 𝘏𝘶𝘨𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘬𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘫𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯. 𝘈𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘳 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘯, 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘵 𝘪𝘤𝘦. 𝘈𝘮𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘥𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘢𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘴, 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦.

“𝘔𝘪𝘢,” 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘸. “𝘞𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴? 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸?”

𝘔𝘪𝘢 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥. 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘢 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘯 𝘚𝘶𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢𝘩 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘥. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘋𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘢 𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘵; 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘥𝘨𝘦. “𝘈𝘺𝘦, 𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘺, 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘢 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘥, 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦! 𝘈 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘦! 𝘐𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘰, 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘛𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥, 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘦."

"𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯.”

“𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘸—”

“𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱,” 𝘔𝘪𝘢 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥. “𝘙𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘎𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥, 𝘢𝘺𝘦, 𝘩𝘦. 𝘚𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘋𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴𝘰𝘯, 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵.”

WHAT IS GOING ON HERE???

“𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘥,” 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦. “𝘏𝘦’𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘺, 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘰𝘺, 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯, 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦. 𝘏𝘦’𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘨𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘴. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰, 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘦, 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.”

I think I know how this all happened. Back in The Gunslinger, Roland had sex with an Oracle demon. I bet it collected his semen, stored it in a cryogenic demon storage facility and then turkey basted it into Susannah in The Wastelands.

It's a theory.

𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘶𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘋𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘪𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘪𝘵, 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵, 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘹 𝘉𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘤 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘤 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘋𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘛𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳, 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘊𝘢𝘯 𝘊𝘢𝘭𝘺𝘹, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘏𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘙𝘦𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘮𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥. 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘈𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘔𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘤 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘈𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘔𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦.

That's some heavy duty lore right there.

“𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘊𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘒𝘪𝘯𝘨’𝘴 𝘉𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘢𝘥. 𝘠𝘰𝘶’𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴. 𝘕𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴…𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘢𝘭 𝘦𝘹𝘩𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯.”

I am absolutely loving this deep mystical mythology building! This was what I liked most about the prose of the first book, The Gunslinger.

Mia is about to reveal to Susannah how she came to be pregnant with Roland's child, but that will have to wait until tomorrow for me!

I am now 29% of the way through Song of Susannah.