The Dark Tower Site

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

Roland Deschain did not stop when the world ended; he simply adjusted his pace. The Dark Tower

At the top of the Tower, the ringing stopped. A door, carved from the heart of a dying star, creaked open an inch. He stepped inside, and for the first time

As he reached the foot of the Tower, the first toll of the bell shook the ground. The sound wasn't metal on metal; it was the sound of a billion voices screaming "Goodbye" at once. A door, carved from the heart of a

Roland pulled the horn from his belt. It was cold, smelling of ancient battles and lost honor. He didn't wait for the second toll. He put the horn to his lips and blew a note that defied the fading light. It was a brassy, defiant roar that tasted of gunpowder and home. The teeth in the ground shattered. The white sky cracked.