Take the dead from the dead, the old proverb said; only a corpse may speak true prophecy.

They were close to the end of the beginning . . .

the man in black travels with your soul in his pocket.

Once again there was the desert, and that only.

They had discovered one could grow as hungry for light as for food.

There was murder, there was rape, there were unspeakable practices, and all of them were for the good, the bloody good, the bloody myth, for the grail, for the Tower.