“We have to. The Dark Tower had not been mentioned by either of them, but already it hung in Roland’s mind, a possibility like a storm-cloud far away on the horizon. As with all his best and truest intuitions, it came from nowhere and everywhere—absent at one second, all there and fully dressed at the next. Brown spots swarmed out of her thin hair and over her bulging brow like an army of invading insects.
On a day less than a week before the meeting in the cemetery, Cordelia had begun shrieking at Susan almost as soon as she stepped through the house door with her basket over her arm. And he’d heard something like it before. “This part of it’s mine. In that case, we’ll ambush them, kill them all, and take the Wizard’s Rainbow.
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