Темная башня: Стрелок

           "Hedidn’tsaythat."

           Shesmiledupathimlazily."Hesaidyouwouldwanttobedme.Doyou?"

           "Yes."

           "Thepriceisyourlife,gunslinger.Hehasgotmewithchild...thechildofanangel.Ifyouinvademe-"SheletthelazysmilecompleteherthoughtAtthesametimeshegesturedwithherhuge,mountainousthighs.Theystretchedbeneathhergarmentlikepuremarbleslabs.Theeffectwasdizzying.

           Thegunslingerdroppedhishandstothebuttsofhispistols."Youhaveademon,woman.Icanremoveit"

           Theeffectwasinstantaneous.Sherecoiledagainstthechair,andaweasellookflashedonherface."Don’ttouchme!Don’tcomenearme!YoudarenottouchtheBrideofGod!"

           "Wanttobet?"thegunslingersaid,grinning.Hesteppedtowardher.

           Thefleshonthehugeframequaked.Herfacehadbe-comeacaricatureofcrazedterror,andshestabbedthesignoftheEyeathimwithprongedfingers.

           "Thedesert,"thegunslingersaid."Whatafterthedesert?"

           "You’llnevercatchhim!Never!Never!You’llburn!Hetoldmeso!"

           "I’llcatchhim,"thegunslingersaid."Webothknowit.Whatisbeyondthedesert?"

           "No!"

           "Answerme!"

           "No!"

           Heslidforward,droppedtohisknees,andgrabbedherthighs.Herlegslockedlikeavise.Shemadestrange,lustfulkeeningnoises.

           "Thedemon,then,"hesaid.

           "No-"

           Hepriedthelegsapartandupholsteredoneofhisguns.

           "No!No!No!"Herbreathcameinshort,savagegrunts.

           "Answerme."

           Sherockedinthechairandthefloortrembled.Prayersandgarbledbitsofjargonflewfromherlips.

           Herammedthebarrelofthegunforward