Nina

“Sand choked the stainless steel gutters of concentric streets below dark skies full of stars like beds of cold jewels. And through it all, a dying wind of change blew, bringing with it the cinnamon smell of late October.”
― Stephen King, The Gunslinger

“There are quests and roads that lead ever onward, and all of them end in the same place—upon the killing ground.”
― Stephen King, The Gunslinger

“And where did he finish the last sentence he would ever begin on earth?”
― Stephen King, The Gunslinger

“It was not like him to think so much of the past.”
― Stephen King, The Gunslinger