Song of Susannah (The Dark Tower, Book 6)
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The penultimate volume in the Dark Tower series, The Dark Tower VI: Song of Susannah, a #1 New York Times bestseller, is a pivotal installment in the epic saga.
Susannah Dean is possessed, her body a living vessel for the demon-mother Mia. Something is growing inside Susannah's belly, something terrible, and soon she will give birth to Mia's "chap." But three unlikely allies are following them from New York City to the border of End World, hoping to prevent the unthinkable. Meanwhile, Eddie and Roland have tumbled into the state of Maine -- where the author of a novel called 'Salem's Lot is about to meet his destiny....
slewed to a crooked stop no more than an inch from his legs. Blue smoke was still drifting up from its rear tires. The driver’s face was a pallid, craning O of shock. Oy was crouched between Jake’s feet. To Callahan the bumbler looked freaked out but otherwise all right. The thud came again and yet again. It was Jake, bringing his balled-up fist down on the hood of the taxi. “Asshole!” Jake yelled at the pallid O on the other side of the windshield. Thud! “Why don’t you—” Thud! “—watch where—”
Negro activists told the three dozen or so remaining white northerners that in light of what was now happening, they were of course free to go home. And some of them have gone home, praise God, but Odetta Holmes and eighteen others stay. Yes. They stay at the Blue Moon Motor Hotel. And sometimes at night they go out back, and Delbert Anderson brings his guitar and they sing. “I Shall Be Released,” they sing and “John Henry,” they sing, gonna whop the steel on down (great Gawd, say Gawd-bomb),
magical wood and cloth which hid it. Black Thirteen was in the bag. Mia had taken it through the door. And if it was the ball that opened the door, how could Eddie get to her now? I did what I had to, Mia said nervously. It’s my baby, my chap, and every hand is against me now. Every hand but yours, and you only help me because you have to. Remember what I said . . . if ka wills, I said— It was Detta Walker’s voice that replied. It was harsh and crude and brooked no argument. “I don’t give a
selling us the lot.” Deepneau smiled, rather wearily. “You know perfectly well what I said.” “But he’s supposed to sell it to us! He had a letter from Stefan Toren, his three-times-great grandfather, saying just that!” “Cal says different,” Aaron responded mildly. “Have another strawberry, Mr. Dean.” “No thank you!” “Have another strawberry, Eddie,” Roland said, and handed him one. Eddie took it. Considered squashing it against Long, Tall, and Ugly’s beak, just for the hell of it, then
“Yes.” “Grandson of Alaric?” Roland’s eyes flickered with what was probably surprise. Eddie himself was surprised, but what he mostly felt was a kind of tired relief. The questions Tower was asking could mean only two things. First, more had been passed down to him than just Roland’s name and trade of hand. Second, he was coming around. “Of Alaric, aye,” Roland said, “him of the red hair.” “I don’t know anything about his hair, but I know why he went to Garlan. Do you?” “To slay a dragon.”