Stephen King Journey

And I stop reading here, waiting also for Jake to return.

I am now 43% of the way through The Waste Lands.

𝘙𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘥, 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘣𝘢𝘳. 𝘚𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘨𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘏𝘦 𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘴, 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘌𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯.

𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧, 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘦. 𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘸. 𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘵.”

Roland would’ve made a helluva psychotherapist!

𝘙𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳. “𝘐’𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦.” 𝘏𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘌𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯. “𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥.

“𝘘𝘶𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵! 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳!” 𝘌𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘺𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘙𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩.

Eddie deserved it.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘌𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘦’𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘵. “𝘎𝘦𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧.”

“𝘙𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥, 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥—”

“𝘐 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘮. 𝘐 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.”

Of course, it would HAVE to be the same type of stone ring in which Jake had gotten trapped by the Oracle back in The Gunslinger.

“𝘋𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵?” 𝘙𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥. “𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴.”
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“𝘖𝘩 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵,” 𝘌𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥. “𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩.”

...𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯 𝘦𝘥𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥. 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘥𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳—𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘴 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘬.

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘺.

Can’t help but think how this would come to life on the big screen!

𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘥, 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥, 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘶𝘯, ...

𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘩𝘰𝘵-𝘥𝘰𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘉𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘥𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘍𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘺-𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥, 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘩 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘕𝘦𝘩𝘪.

I have never heard of “Nehi” in my life!

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𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘒𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺.

Hard to believe there are only 6 Kmarts left today!

𝘈 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭-𝘬𝘪𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘳. 𝘗𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘤 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭, 𝘑𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦—𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴. 𝘕𝘰 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘻𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘗𝘢𝘶𝘭 𝘚𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘵, 𝘯𝘰 𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘯𝘰 𝘫𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘺-𝘧𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘔𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘚𝘰 𝘗𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘰𝘳 𝘛𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺.

DALL-E AI prompt: an 11 year old boy with blond hair wearing a prep school uniform holding a large silver key

𝗗𝗮𝘆 𝟴𝟴𝟴
Back to the book today as I continue with Chapter 3 of The Waste Lands. In both worlds there’s a key that’s going to have to be used somewhere. Let’s find that door already!

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Book Club: The Waste Lands Part 9 Hile Gunslingers! Join Tadd and Peter as they continue the journey to The Dark Tower. Jake speaks across worlds, a key helps Roland, Jake and Eddie meet in their dreams, Jake packs up and leaves home,...

𝗗𝗮𝘆 𝟴𝟴𝟳
Finishing off Dark Tower Palaver‘s first episode about Chapter 3 of The Waste Lands. I really have grown to like their long commentaries!

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Book Club: The Waste Lands Part 9 Hile Gunslingers! Join Tadd and Peter as they continue the journey to The Dark Tower. Jake speaks across worlds, a key helps Roland, Jake and Eddie meet in their dreams, Jake packs up and leaves home,...

𝗗𝗮𝘆 𝟴𝟴𝟲
Dark Tower Palaver begins their read of Chapter 3 of The Waste Lands.

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𝘍𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘺 𝘈𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘶𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘶𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯.

I’m stopping here, 40% of the way through The Waste Lands. How will Eddie react when he meets Jake?

𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦, 𝘎𝘰𝘥, 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘮𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘶𝘱, 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘶𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵. 𝘈𝘵 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘶𝘱, 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘦𝘺 (𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭) 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴.

𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦’𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘐’𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 . . . 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮 𝘢 𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘺, 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘥.”

“𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘔𝘪𝘥-𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥?” 𝘌𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥.

“𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦. 𝘈 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘥𝘰𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘥𝘨𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵—𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘸𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘶𝘴, 𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭..."

I had thought “Mid-World” was the whole world, that reality in which they were travelling. Turns out its a physical geographic region, a kingdom from time past.

𝘌𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘚𝘶𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢𝘩 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴. 𝘈𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘙𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘧 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯:

𝘛𝘙𝘈𝘝𝘌𝘓𝘓𝘌𝘙, 𝘉𝘌𝘠𝘖𝘕𝘋 𝘓𝘐𝘌𝘚 𝘔𝘐𝘋-𝘞𝘖𝘙𝘓𝘋.

𝘉𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘥, 𝘌𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘭—𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥, 𝘪𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘧𝘶𝘳-𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘥𝘴𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨.

“𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵, 𝘙𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥?”

“𝘈 𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘺-𝘣𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘳.”

I didn’t remember them to be “large creatures”.

𝘜𝘱 𝘢𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥, 𝘢 𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘥𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘴. 𝘐𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘦, 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥-𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴, 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘱, 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘵… 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯.

...𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦. 𝘏𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯’𝘵. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵, 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘉𝘦𝘢𝘮, 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘶𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘋𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘛𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳.

May your path lead you true, Jake!

𝘐𝘧 𝘐 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥, 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦, 𝘐’𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦, 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳. 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘵 . . . 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐’𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘵𝘰𝘰.

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘦𝘤𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘺. 𝘛𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘸𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦...

Imagen AI prompt: a 13 year old boy playing basketball on an outdoor court talking with a 12 year old boy with blonde hair and wearing a prep school uniform

𝗗𝗮𝘆 𝟴𝟴𝟱
We’re now bouncing between the two worlds as a version of Eddie (who apparently exists out of time and space) gives Jake dream instructions on how to return to Midworld.

I continue with Chapter 3 of The Waste Lands.

#TheDarkTower #StephenKing

I’m stopping here for today, but anticipation for Jake’s return to MidWorld is growing to palpable levels!

I am now 38% of the way through The Waste Lands.

“It is the largest single residential development in the United States with a population of approximately 50,000 residents and its own zip code.”

𝘕𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘮, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘦𝘳, 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘤𝘩𝘰. 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘊𝘰-𝘖𝘱 𝘊𝘪𝘵𝘺. 𝘠𝘰𝘶’𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦.

𝘕𝘰, 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘯’𝘵! 𝘑𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥. 𝘊𝘰-𝘖𝘱 𝘊𝘪𝘵𝘺’𝘴 𝘩𝘶𝘨𝘦! 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦!