He snapped the cylinder back in with a flick of his wrist, then slipped the short barrel into his mouth. It tasted of oil and metal. He thought, Here I SIT, about to COOL it, my plan to EAT a fuckin’ BOOL-it.
- All That You Love Will Be Carried Away
Flagg yells bool at Jonas after performing some sleight of hand.
“Abracadabra! Bool! The end! Now,” the man in black went on, sipping his wine delicately, “if we have finished the tiresome formalities . . .”
- Part 3 / Chapter IV: Roland and Cuthbert