Blaine the Mono

“Ay,” Aunt Talitha said. Her face was lost and dreaming. “Then it’d come—Blaine the Mono, twinkling in the sun, with a nose like one of the bullets in your revolver, gunslinger. Maybe two wheels long.

Talitha remembers the train coming through like a shining bullet.

Blaine’s system speaks in its timid Little Blaine voice/persona, distinct from its dominant Big Blaine voice; this is retained under the canonical Blaine identity.

His three companions were holding theirs. All around them, suffocating, was Blaine the Mono’s thunderstruck silence.

Blaine is directly addressed by Roland and reacts with stunned silence.

Blaine’s system speaks in its timid Little Blaine voice/persona, distinct from its dominant Big Blaine voice; this is retained under the canonical Blaine identity.

… had said on several occasions, but he-or it-turned out to be quite a bit more than just a pain; Blaine the Mono had been utterly mad. Eddie killed it with illogic (“Somethin you’re just naturally good at, sugar,” Susannah told him), and they had detrained in a …

The narrator recalls Eddie destroying the mad monorail through illogic.

It was all very well to remind herself Blaine the Mono was dead and this voice was coming from some nasty practical joker in her own subconscious, but that didn’t stop the fear.

Susannah recognizes a frightening mental voice as evoking the dead Blaine.

He dialed John Cullum’s number on the old-fashioned rotary phone, and when a robot voice—Blaine the Mono’s great-great-great-great-great-grandmother, mayhap—asked him to deposit ninety cents, Eddie dropped in a buck.

Eddie compares a recorded telephone voice to the already encountered sentient train.

Bix grunted when they told him how they’d left the doomed city. “Blaine the Mono, y’say. I remember. Crack train. There was another ’un, too, although I can’t remember the name—” “Patricia,” Susannah said. “Aye, that was it.

Bix recalls Blaine and Susannah supplies Patricia’s name.