The Dark Tower -

He stepped inside, and for the first time in a thousand years, the gunslinger felt the wind change direction.

Roland didn't turn. He knew the voice of the boy, Jake, though the boy had been dead and reborn more times than Roland had fingers. Jake sat on a stump of petrified wood, tossing a gold coin that vanished every time it hit his palm. The Dark Tower

"The Man in Black?" Roland asked, his voice like grinding stones. He stepped inside, and for the first time

Roland began to walk. His boots clicked against the teeth. He didn't think about the countless miles behind him or the ghosts that trailed in his wake like smoke. He thought only of the weight of the horn in his bag—the Horn of Eld, which he had finally remembered to pick up at the hill of Jericho Hill. Jake sat on a stump of petrified wood,

At the top of the Tower, the ringing stopped. A door, carved from the heart of a dying star, creaked open an inch.