Dana

“It was a feeling in the crisp twilight air; it was a hush across the hills. The ghosts were gathering themselves, building up their strength to wander the fields of October and speak to those who would listen.”
― Robert McCammon, Boy's Life

“Oy?" he asked. "Will you say goodbye?"
Oy looked at Roland, and for a moment the gunslinger wasn't sure he understood. Then the bumbler extended his neck and caressed the boy's cheek a last time with his tongue. "I, Ake," he said: Bye, Jake or I ache, it came to the same.”
― Stephen King, The Dark Tower

“Miller was staring at him like an entomologist trying to figure out exactly where the pin went.”
― James S.A. Corey, Leviathan Wakes