The Dark Tower VII: The Dark Tower

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All good things must come to an end, Constant Reader, and not even Stephen King can make a story that goes on forever. The tale of Roland Deschain's relentless quest for the Dark Tower has, the author fears, sorely tried the patience of those who have followed it from its earliest chapters. But attend to it a while longer, if it pleases you, for this volume is the last, and often the last things are best.
Roland's ka-tet remains intact, though scattered over wheres and whens. ...

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Overview

All good things must come to an end, Constant Reader, and not even Stephen King can make a story that goes on forever. The tale of Roland Deschain's relentless quest for the Dark Tower has, the author fears, sorely tried the patience of those who have followed it from its earliest chapters. But attend to it a while longer, if it pleases you, for this volume is the last, and often the last things are best.
Roland's ka-tet remains intact, though scattered over wheres and whens. Susannah-Mia has been carried from the Dixie Pig (in the summer of 1999) to a birthing room — really a chamber of horrors — in Thunderclap's Fedic; Jake and Father Callahan, with Oy between them, have entered the restaurant on Lex and Sixty-first with weapons drawn, little knowing how numerous and noxious are their foes. Roland and Eddie are with John Cullum in Maine, in 1977, looking for the site on Turtleback Lane where "walk-ins" have been often seen. They want desperately to get back to the others, to Susannah especially, and yet they have come to realize that the world they need to escape is the only one that matters.
Thus the book opens, like a door to the uttermost reaches of Stephen King's imagination. You've come this far. Come a little farther. Come all the way. The sound you hear may be the slamming of the door behind you. Welcome to The Dark Tower.

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Editorial Reviews

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The seventh and final installment of Stephen King's The Dark Tower saga is perhaps the most anticipated book in the author's long career. King began this epic tale about the last gunslinger in the world more than 20 years ago; now he draws its suspenseful story to a close, snapping together the last pieces of his action puzzle and drawing Roland Deschain ever closer to his ultimate goal.
Bill Sheehan
The Dark Tower stands as an imposing example of pure storytelling. King has always believed in the primal importance of story, and his entire career -- encompassing 40 novels and literally hundreds of shorter works -- is a reflection of that belief.… In bringing this massive project to conclusion, King has kept faith with his readers and made the best possible use of his own second chance. The Dark Tower is a humane, visionary epic and a true magnum opus. It will be around for a very long time.
— The Washington Post
The New York Times
The Dark Tower is nothing if not ambitious: it seeks to blend disparate styles of popular narrative, from Arthurian legend to Sergio Leone western to apocalyptic science fiction. More than that, it tries to knit the bulk of King's fiction together into a single universe (or a set of interlocking universes), and on some level even to accommodate all stories, known and unknown, into a master narrative that encompasses the whole of creation. — Andrew O'Hehir
Philadelphia Inquirer
The man can spin a yarn, and a great one at that.
People
The master of the macabre....[King] is still quite the entertainer
San Francisco Chronicle
One gets the feeling that this colossal story means a lot to King, that he's telling it because he has to....he's giving "The Dark Tower" everything he's got.
New York Times Book Review
[A] hypnotic blend of suspense and sentimentality...sprawling, eventful tale of demons, monsters, narrow escapes and magic portals.
LOCUS
Wolves of the Calla is one of the strongest entries yet in what will surely be a master storyteller's magnum opus.
New York Times Book Review
The final volume of Stephen King's masterful multivolume epic-hailed as a "hypnotic blend of suspense and sentimentality...a sprawling, eventful tale of demons, monsters, narrow escapes, and magic portals"
Publishers Weekly
A pilgrimage that began with one lone man's quest to save multiple worlds from chaos and destruction unfolds into a tale of epic proportions. While King saw some criticism for the slow pace of 1982's The Gunslinger, the book that launched this series, The Drawing of the Three (Book II, 1987), reeled in readers with its fantastical allure. And those who have faithfully journeyed alongside Roland, Eddie, Susannah, Jake and Oy ever since will find their loyalty toward the series' creator richly rewarded. The tangled web of the tower's multiple worlds has manifested itself in many of King's other works--The Stand (1978), Insomnia (1994) and Hearts in Atlantis (1999), to name a few. As one character explains here, "From the spring of 1970, when he typed the line The man in black fled across the desert, and the gunslinger followed... very few of the things Stephen King wrote were `just stories.' He may not believe that; we do." King, in fact, intertwines his own life story deeper and deeper into the tale of Roland and his surrogate family of gunslingers, and, in this final installment, playfully and seductively suggests that it might not be the author who drives the story, but rather the fictional characters that control the author. This philosophical exploration of free will and destiny may surprise those who have viewed King as a prolific pop-fiction dispenser. But a closer look at the brilliant complexity of his Dark Tower world should explain why this bestselling author has finally been recognized for his contribution to the contemporary literary canon. With the conclusion of this tale, ostensibly the last published work of his career, King has certainly reached the top of his game. And as for who or what resides at the top of the tower... The many readers dying to know will have to start at the beginning and work their way up. 12 color illus. by Michael Whelan. Agent, Arthur Greene. (Sept. 21) Copyright 2004 Reed Business Information.
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"[A] hypnotic blend of suspense and sentimentality...sprawling, eventful tale of demons, monsters, narrow escapes, and magic portals."

The New York Times Book Review

"One gets the feeling that this colossal story means a lot to King, that he's telling it because he has to....He's giving The Dark Tower everything he's got."

San Francisco Chronicle

"With the conclusion of this tale...King has certainly reached the top of his game."

Publishers Weekly (starred review)

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780743538114
  • Publisher: Simon & Schuster Audio
  • Publication date: 9/21/2004
  • Series: Dark Tower Series , #7
  • Format: CD
  • Edition description: Unabridged, 23 CDs, 27 hours
  • Pages: 23
  • Sales rank: 705,716
  • Product dimensions: 6.94 (w) x 11.22 (h) x 0.72 (d)

Meet the Author

Stephen King is the author of more than fifty books, all of them worldwide bestsellers. His recent work includes Doctor Sleep and Under the Dome, now a major TV miniseries on CBS. His novel 11/22/63 was named a top ten book of 2011 by The New York Times Book Review and won the Los Angeles Times Book Prize for Mystery/Thriller as well as the Best Hardcover Book Award from the International Thriller Writers Association. He is the recipient of the 2003 National Book Foundation Medal for Distinguished Contribution to American Letters. He lives in Bangor, Maine, with his wife, novelist Tabitha King.

George Guidall has recorded more than 800 unabridged novels and is the recipient of two Audie Awards for excellence in audiobook narration. His 40 year acting career includes starring roles on Broadway, an Obie award for best performance Off-Broadway, and frequent television appearances.

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    1. Also Known As:
      Richard Bachman
      Stephen A. King
      Stephen Edwin King
    2. Hometown:
      Bangor, Maine
    1. Date of Birth:
      September 21, 1947
    2. Place of Birth:
      Portland, Maine
    1. Education:
      B.S., University of Maine at Orono, 1970
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From Chapter I: Callahan and the Vampires

ONE

Pere Don Callahan had once been the Catholic priest of a town, 'Salem's Lot had been its name, that no longer existed on any map. He didn't much care. Concepts such as reality had ceased to matter to him.

This onetime priest now held a heathen object in his hand, a scrimshaw turtle made of ivory. There was a nick in its beak and a scratch in the shape of a question mark on its back, but otherwise it was a beautiful thing.

Beautiful and powerful. He could feel the power in his hand like volts.

"How lovely it is," he whispered to the boy who stood with him. "Is it the Turtle Maturin? It is, isn't it?"

The boy was Jake Chambers, and he'd come a long loop in order to return almost to his starting-place here in Manhattan. "I don't know," he said. "She calls it the sköldpadda, and it may help us, but it can't kill the harriers that are waiting for us in there." He nodded toward the Dixie Pig, wondering if he meant Susannah or Mia when he used that all-purpose feminine pronoun she. Once he would have said it didn't matter because the two women were so tightly wound together. Now, however, he thought it did matter, or would soon.

"Will you?" Jake asked the Pere, meaning Will you stand. Will you fight. Will you kill.

"Oh yes," Callahan said calmly. He put the ivory turtle with its wise eyes and scratched back into his breast pocket with the extra shells for the gun he carried, then patted the cunningly made thing once to make sure it rode safely. "I'll shoot until the bullets are gone, and if I run out of bullets before they kill me, I'll club them with the...the gun-butt."

The pause was so slight Jake didn't even notice it. But in that pause, the White spoke to Father Callahan. It was a force he knew of old, even in boyhood, although there had been a few years of bad faith along the way, years when his understanding of that elemental force had first grown dim and then become lost completely. But those days were gone, the White was his again, and he told God thankya.

Jake was nodding, saying something Callahan barely heard. And what Jake said didn't matter. What that other voice said — the voice of something

(Gan)

perhaps too great to be called God — did.

The boy must go on, the voice told him. Whatever happens here, however it falls, the boy must go on. Your part in the story is almost done. His is not.

They walked past a sign on a chrome post (CLOSED FOR PRIVATE FUNCTION), Jake's special friend Oy trotting between them, his head up and his muzzle wreathed in its usual toothy grin. At the top of the steps, Jake reached into the woven sack Susannah-Mio had brought out of Calla Bryn Sturgis and grabbed two of the plates — the 'Rizas. He tapped them together, nodded at the dull ringing sound, and then said: "Let's see yours."

Callahan lifted the Ruger Jake had brought out of Calla New York, and now back into it; life is a wheel and we all say thankya. For a moment the Pere held the Ruger's barrel beside his right cheek like a duelist. Then he touched his breast pocket, bulging with shells, and with the turtle. The sköldpadda.

Jake nodded. "Once we're in, we stay together. Always together, with Oy between. On three. And once we start, we never stop."

"Never stop."

"Right. Are you ready?"

"Yes. God's love on you, boy."

"And on you, Pere. One...two...three." Jake opened the door and together they went into the dim light and the sweet tangy smell of roasting meat.

TWO

Jake went to what he was sure would be his death remembering two things Roland Deschain, his true father, had said. Battles that last five minutes spawn legends that live a thousand years. And You needn't die happy when your day comes, but you must die satisfied, for you have lived your life from beginning to end and ka is always served.

Jake Chambers surveyed the Dixie Pig with a satisfied mind.

THREE

Also with crystal clarity. His senses were so heightened that he could smell not just roasting flesh but the rosemary with which it had been rubbed; could hear not only the calm rhythm of his breath but the tidal murmur of his blood climbing brainward on one side of his neck and descending heartward on the other.

He also remembered Roland's saying that even the shortest battle, from first shot to final falling body, seemed long to those taking part. Time grew elastic; stretched to the point of vanishment. Jake had nodded as if he understood, although he hadn't.

Now he did.

His first thought was that there were too many of them — far, far too many. He put their number at close to a hundred, the majority certainly of the sort Pere Callahan had referred to as "low men." (Some were low women, but Jake had no doubt the principle was the same.) Scattered among them, all less fleshy than the low folken and some as slender as fencing weapons, their complexions ashy and their bodies surrounded in dim blue auras, were what had to be vampires.

Oy stood at Jake's heel, his small, foxy face stern, whining low in his throat.

That smell of cooking meat wafting through the air was not pork.

FOUR

Ten feet between us any time we have ten feet to give, Pere — so Jake had said out on the sidewalk, and even as they approached the maître d's platform, Callahan was drifting to Jake's right, putting the required distance between them.

Jake had also told him to scream as loud as he could for as long as he could, and Callahan was opening his mouth to begin doing just that when the voice of the White spoke up inside again. Only one word, but it was enough.

Sköldpadda, it said.

Callahan was still holding the Ruger up by his right cheek. Now he dipped into his breast pocket with his left hand. His awareness of the scene before him wasn't as hyper-alert as his young companion's, but he saw a great deal: the orangey-crimson electric flambeaux on the walls, the candles on each table immured in glass containers of a brighter, Halloweenish orange, the gleaming napkins. To the left of the dining room was a tapestry showing knights and their ladies sitting at a long banquet table. There was a sense in here — Callahan wasn't sure exactly what provoked it, the various tells and stimuli were too subtle — of people just resettling themselves after some bit of excitement: a small kitchen fire, say, or an automobile accident on the street.

Or a lady having a baby, Callahan thought as he closed his hand on the Turtle. That's always good for a little pause between the appetizer and the entrée.

"Now come Gilead's ka-mais!" shouted an excited, nervous voice. Not a human one, of that Callahan was almost positive. It was too buzzy to be human. Callahan saw what appeared to be some sort of monstrous bird-human hybrid standing at the far end of the room. It wore straight-leg jeans and a plain white shirt, but the head rising from that shirt was painted with sleek feathers of dark yellow. Its eyes looked like drops of liquid tar.

"Get them!" this horridly ridiculous thing shouted, and brushed aside a napkin. Beneath it was some sort of weapon. Callahan supposed it was a gun, but it looked like the sort you saw on Star Trek. What did they call them? Phasers? Stunners?

It didn't matter. Callahan had a far better weapon, and wanted to make sure they all saw it. He swept the place-settings and the glass container with the candle in it from the nearest table, then snatched away the tablecloth like a magician doing a trick. The last thing he wanted to do was to trip over a swatch of linen at the crucial moment. Then, with a nimbleness he wouldn't have believed even a week ago, he stepped onto one of the chairs and from the chair to the table-top. Once on the table, he lifted the sköldpadda with his fingers supporting the turtle's flat undershell, giving them all a good look at it.

I could croon something, he thought. Maybe "Moonlight Becomes You" or "I Left My Heart in San Francisco."

At that point they had been inside the Dixie Pig for exactly thirty-four seconds.

FIVE

High school teachers faced with a large group of students in study hall or a school assembly will tell you that teenagers, even when freshly showered and groomed, reek of the hormones which their bodies are so busy manufacturing. Any group of people under stress emits a similar stink, and Jake, with his senses tuned to the most exquisite pitch, smelled it here. When they passed the maître d's stand (Blackmail Central, his Dad liked to call such stations), the smell of the Dixie Pig's diners had been faint, the smell of people coming back to normal after some sort of dust-up. But when the bird-creature in the far corner shouted, Jake had smelled the patrons more strongly. It was a metallic aroma, enough like blood to incite his temper and his emotions. Yes, he saw Tweety Bird knock aside the napkin on his table; yes, he saw the weapon beneath; yes, he understood that Callahan, standing on the table, was an easy shot. That was of far less concern to Jake than the mobilizing weapon that was Tweety Bird's mouth. Jake was drawing back his right arm, meaning to fling the first of his nineteen plates and amputate the head in which that mouth resided, when Callahan raised the turtle.

It won't work, not in here, Jake thought, but even before the idea had been completely articulated in his mind, he understood it was working. He knew by the smell of them. The aggressiveness went out of it. And the few who had begun to rise from their tables — the red holes in the foreheads of the low people gaping, the blue auras of the vampires seeming to pull in and intensify — sat back down again, and hard, as if they had suddenly lost command of their muscles.

"Get them, those are the ones Sayre..." Then Tweety stopped talking. His left hand — if you could call such an ugly talon a hand — touched the butt of his high-tech gun and then fell away. The brilliance seemed to leave his eyes. "They're the ones Sayre...S-S-Sayre..." Another pause. Then the bird-thing said, "Oh sai, what is the lovely thing that you hold?"

"You know what it is," Callahan said. Jake was moving and Callahan, mindful of what the boy gunslinger had told him outside — Make sure that every time I look on my right, I see your face — stepped back down from the table to move with him, still holding the turtle high. He could almost taste the room's silence, but —

But there was another room. Rough laughter and hoarse, carousing yells — a party from the sound of it, and close by. On the left. From behind the tapestry showing the knights and their ladies at dinner. Something going on back there, Callahan thought, and probably not Elks' Poker Night.

He heard Oy breathing fast and low through his perpetual grin, a perfect little engine. And something else. A harsh rattling sound with a low and rapid clicking beneath. The combination set Callahan's teeth on edge and made his skin feel cold. Something was hiding under the tables.

Oy saw the advancing insects first and froze like a dog on point, one paw raised and his snout thrust forward. For a moment the only part of him to move was the dark and velvety skin of his muzzle, first twitching back to reveal the clenched needles of his teeth, then relaxing to hide them, then twitching back again.

The bugs came on. Whatever they were, the Turtle Maturin upraised in the Pere's hand meant nothing to them. A fat guy wearing a tuxedo with plaid lapels spoke weakly, almost questioningly, to the bird-thing: "They weren't to come any further than here, Meiman, nor to leave. We were told..."

Oy lunged forward, a growl coming through his clamped teeth. It was a decidedly un-Oylike sound, reminding Callahan of a comic-strip balloon: Arrrrrr!

"No!" Jake shouted, alarmed. "No, Oy!"

At the sound of the boy's shout, the yells and laughter from behind the tapestry abruptly ceased, as if the folken back there had suddenly become aware that something had changed in the front room.

Oy took no notice of Jake's cry. He crunched three of the bugs in rapid succession, the crackle of their breaking carapaces gruesomely clear in the new stillness. He made no attempt to eat them but simply tossed the corpses, each the size of a mouse, into the air with a snap of the neck and a grinning release of the jaws.

And the others retreated back under the tables.

He was made for this, Callahan thought. Perhaps once in the long-ago all bumblers were. Made for it the way some breeds of terrier are made to

A hoarse shout from behind the tapestry interrupted these thoughts: "Humes!" one voice cried, and then a second: "Ka-humes!"

Callahan had an absurd impulse to yell Gesundheit!

Before he could yell that or anything else, Roland's voice suddenly filled his head.

SIX

"Jake, go."

The boy turned toward Pere Callahan, bewildered. He was walking with his arms crossed, ready to fling the 'Rizas at the first low man or woman who moved. Oy had returned to his heel, although he was swinging his head ceaselessly from side to side and his eyes were bright with the prospect of more prey.

"We go together," Jake said. "They're buffaloed, Pere! And we're close! They took her through here...this room...and then through the kitchen — "

Callahan paid no attention. Still holding the turtle high (as one might hold a lantern in a deep cave), he had turned toward the tapestry. The silence from behind it was far more terrible than the shouts and feverish, gargling laughter. It was silence like a pointed weapon. And the boy had stopped.

"Go while you can," Callahan said, striving for calmness. "Catch up to her if you can. This is the command of your dinh. This is also the will of the White."

"But you can't — "

"Go, Jake!"

The low men and women in the Dixie Pig, whether in thrall to the sköldpadda or not, murmured uneasily at the sound of that shout, and well they might have, for it was not Callahan's voice coming from Callahan's mouth.

"You have this one chance and must take it! Find her! As dinh I command you!"

Jake's eyes flew wide at the sound of Roland's voice issuing from Callahan's throat. His mouth dropped open. He looked around, dazed.

In the second before the tapestry to their left was torn aside, Callahan saw its black joke, what the careless eye would first surely overlook: the roast that was the banquet's main entrée had a human form; the knights and their ladies were eating human flesh and drinking human blood. What the tapestry showed was a cannibals' communion.

Then the ancient ones who had been at their own sup tore aside the obscene tapestry and burst out, shrieking through the great fangs that propped their deformed mouths forever open. Their eyes were as black as blindness, the skin of their cheeks and brows — even the backs of their hands — tumorous with wild teeth. Like the vampires in the dining room, they were surrounded with auras, but these were of a poisoned violet so dark it was almost black. Some sort of ichor dribbled from the corners of their eyes and mouths. They were gibbering and several were laughing: seeming not to create the sounds but rather to snatch them out of the air like something that could be rent alive.

And Callahan knew them. Of course he did. Had he not been sent hence by one of their number? Here were the true vampires, the Type Ones, kept like a secret and now loosed on the intruders.

The turtle he held up did not slow them in the slightest.

Callahan saw Jake staring, pale, eyes shiny with horror and bulging from their sockets, all purpose forgotten at the sight of these freaks.

Without knowing what was going to come out of his mouth until he heard it, Callahan shouted: "They'll kill Oy first! They'll kill him in front of you and drink his blood!"

Oy barked at the sound of his name. Jake's eyes seemed to clear at the sound, but Callahan had no time to follow the boy's fortunes further.

Turtle won't stop them, but at least it's holding the others back. Bullets won't stop them, but

With a sense of déjà vu — and why not, he had lived all this before in the home of a boy named Mark Petrie — Callahan dipped into the open front of his shirt and brought out the cross he wore there. It clicked against the butt of the Ruger and then hung below it. The cross was lit with a brilliant bluish-white glare. The two ancient things in the lead had been about to grab him and draw him into their midst. Now they drew back instead, shrieking with pain. Callahan saw the surface of their skin sizzle and begin to liquefy. The sight of it filled him with savage happiness.

"Get back from me!" he shouted. "The power of God commands you! The power of Christ commands you! The ka of Mid-World commands you! The power of the White commands you!"

One of them darted forward nevertheless, a deformed skeleton in an ancient, moss-encrusted dinner suit. Around its neck it wore some sort of ancient award...the Cross of Malta, perhaps? It swiped one of its long-nailed hands at the crucifix Callahan was holding out. He jerked it down at the last second, and the vampire's claw passed an inch above it. Callahan lunged forward without thought and drove the tip of the cross into the yellow parchment of the thing's forehead. The gold crucifix went in like a red-hot skewer into butter. The thing in the rusty dinner suit let out a liquid cry of pained dismay and stumbled backward. Callahan pulled his cross back. For one moment, before the elderly monster clapped its claws to its brow, Callahan saw the hole his cross had made. Then a thick, curdy, yellow stuff began to spill through the ancient one's fingers. Its knees unhinged and it tumbled to the floor between two tables. Its mates shrank away from it, screaming with outrage. The thing's face was already collapsing inward beneath its twisted hands. Its aura whiffed out like a candle and then there was nothing but a puddle of yellow, liquefying flesh spilling like vomit from the sleeves of its jacket and the legs of its pants.

Callahan strode briskly toward the others. His fear was gone. The shadow of shame that had hung over him ever since Barlow had taken his cross and broken it was also gone.

Free at last, he thought. Free at last, great God Almighty, I'm free at last. Then: I believe this is redemption. And it's good, isn't it? Quite good, indeed.

"H'row it aside!" one of them cried, its hands held up to shield its face. "Nasty bauble of the 'heep-God, h'row it aside if you dare!"

Nasty bauble of the sheep-God, indeed. If so, why do you cringe?

Against Barlow he had not dared answer this challenge, and it had been his undoing. In the Dixie Pig, Callahan turned the cross toward the thing which had dared to speak.

"I needn't stake my faith on the challenge of such a thing as you, sai," he said, his words ringing clearly in the room. He had forced the old ones back almost to the archway through which they had come. Great dark tumors had appeared on the hands and faces of those in front, eating into the paper of their ancient skin like acid. "And I'd never throw away such an old friend in any case. But put it away? Aye, if you like." And he dropped it back into his shirt.

Several of the vampires lunged forward immediately, their fang-choked mouths twisting in what might have been grins. Callahan held his hands out toward them. The fingers (and the barrel of the Ruger) glowed, as if they had been dipped into blue fire. The eyes of the turtle had likewise filled with light; its shell shone.

"Stand away from me!" Callahan cried. "The power of God and the White commands you!"

Copyright © 2004 by Stephen King

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 28, 2004

    Dear Constant Readers

    Look, this book can not possibly please everyone. It's not a fairytale. Nobody lives happily ever after. The sheer scope of the DT series is amazing. I am pleased with the book and if you don't like it, tough. He didn't write for you. He wrote for himself. We thankya big-big storyteller.

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  • Posted August 29, 2011

    Great ending - well done!

    SPOILER ALERT - I know a lot of people hated the ending, but what did you expect? I thought the ending was perfect. At first, I wondered why punish Roland - what did he do wrong? He saved the beams, the tower, and killed the Crimson King. What else could he have done? Why make him repeat the past - what lesson does he need to learn? These are all the questions Stephen King wants you to consider. He is doomed to repeat the past until he gets it right. How I thought the book was going to end was with Stephen King as Gan sitting in the top room of the tower writing the ending and having "palaver" with Roland. I am glad that was not the case. It ended as it should with the classic line "The man in black fled across the desert, and the gunslinger followed". Perfect!

    8 out of 9 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 27, 2004

    I love you SK and Hate you all at once

    By page 404 I was in tears! When I got to the end...of course I kept going to see what Roland finds..I wanted to toss you out the window. How can you leave me this way!! But I have to say what an ingenious ending to a wonderful series. I so love Jake, Eddie and Suzannah!!! I will miss them, but glad all turned out...It's been 2 days since I finished the Dark Tower and the ending is still on my mind. Thank you Mr. King for a wonderful journey!!

    8 out of 8 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted February 13, 2012

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    AMAZING STORY!

    *Before I write a review you need to understand that Stephen King is a great author and he does not just write horror stories. This story is a mix of sci-fi, adventure, romance, thriller, and action. It is simply epic. I am a big Stephen King fan but it all began by reading the Dark Tower series.. This is the final book of the series and it is such a great story that I was left wanting more. (Good thing The Wind Through The Keyhole is coming out in a few months!) This hardcover edition will make an excellent addition to your library whether you are a Stephen King collector or not!
    If you have never heard of the Dark Tower before you need to begin by picking up a copy of The Gunslinger first..

    4 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 25, 2004

    The end of a 20 year adventure

    I loved having the opportunity to read this book - I've been following the fates of these characters since I was 13 years old - 20 years later - no one could have been more excited than I to FINALLY reach the Tower. I will admit, it's not the ending I was hoping for but the book is an amazing ride for those who enjoy the journey - I was feeling cathartic till the last 4 pages....now, I need a drink..*sigh*

    4 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted March 13, 2012

    To be honest, Steven King gave you all the option you had the go

    To be honest, Steven King gave you all the option you had the good happy ending and you could have stopped there so I don't know why so many people complain about reading on when he clearly warns you will be dissapointed in the book and that it would be tragic. That said I actually really liked the ending and wanted to have that chill going down my spine, after all it is a horror book and the reason why I read them. Love it all and I loved the epic last line.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 11, 2012

    Fantastic

    The Gunslinger series are the best books Stephen King has written in my opinion. You must read all of his other books first though. He has incorporated characters in to this series. The man is a genius!!!

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted January 18, 2010

    Poor End To 25 Years Of Work.

    After all those years and a great start to end like this is a tragedy. Feels like King ran out of story and felt he just had to finish it. The final where they actually reached the Tower was a complete throw away.

    3 out of 11 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 10, 2005

    Ruined

    Steven King takes the easy way out and ruins the entire dark tower series in the process. The ending of the book is clearly out of line with the rest of the series, and makes the hours spent reading all seven books a big waste of time. If only Tolkien had written the series-it truly would have been great.

    3 out of 7 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 28, 2012

    Love it!

    Great audio book, I listen in my car through my iPhone,hooked to the radio. I just say Serri play "The Dark Tower," then she plays it.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 22, 2012

    Incredible

    I loved the entire series, but like many others I was disapointed at the ending--until I thought about it a bit. Then I realized given the fluid nature of time and space and events as presented in the series, all the improbable coincidences, as well the inherent magic in Roland's world-- the ending was perfect. A dark tower, a dark quest and a dark anti-hero. A dark tale. Roland is given hope at the end as well as the blessing of forgetting. Perhaps he has more tasks than saving the beam, who can say? He serves the white does he not? He is a under the dominion of Ka and understands this better than any other charecter.
    There were plenty of hints in the series that the ending might be difficult--or unexpected when I reread it.
    A great series from a great writer

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 21, 2012

    Great series!

    A lot of people complain about the ending being anti-climactic, which I would absolutely agree with if this were a traditional action-adventure story. However, this book, and indeed the entire series, is not a traditional adventure tale. This series is a story about telling stories, and the point King makes is that stories, for as long as people are reading them, telling them, etc. will never end, hence the "anti-climactic" ending. King's hope is that he has created a tale, much like "Lord of the Rings", that readers will want to revisit again and again. One of the aspects of this series that I really enjoyed was the almost self-referential nature of the narrative. Why else would King insert himself into the story if it wasn't to blur the line between fiction and reality? At first I was irritated by the King character, but King the author took it in a direction I never expected, and ultimately made it very satisfying. A great series that, based on what King had set up, ended the only way it could.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted October 8, 2011

    A Fitting Finale to the Series

    I've spent several years reading the Dark Tower series, and have a fondness for King's writing style. When reading through the series, you also read how King's writing has matured and grown into the role of the famous author over the years. This final chapter of his gunslinger tale, his magnum opus, is no disappointment. The momentum of the first six books have prepped the reader for an ever-escalating trip to finally scratch that itch created in reading the tale of Roland and his tunnel-visioned quest to reach the tower. If you're a King fan, it's a must-read. If you love westerns, sci-fi, horror, or just losing yourself in the tale of someone else, this is a great book. I'm just sad it finally came to an end.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 11, 2011

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    this book series was never a let down to begin with

    stephen king has one more dark tower book to be published and its called the wind thru the key hole its going to finish this book series for good this book series is amazing from begining to the very end its way better than the twilight saga in my opinon it is way better than the twilight saga

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted June 26, 2011

    Loved the Ending!

    I don't understand why people didn't love the last few pages. If you are not a constant reader, you didn't get it, I guess. It just made me go back and re-read every book with the dark tower references to it. The ending was PERFECTION...There are other worlds than these. I thought that the ending was a true character revelation of the Gunslinger. It revealed .... ALL! Loved this book and the series and most everything that Steve writes. (I must be on a first name basis after all these years of him being in my head).

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted April 10, 2011

    awesome!

    i have to admit the first time i read this last book of a very long story i felt a little let down. i have since reread it all and now believe that it was the perfect end to a story that really never ends!

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted November 21, 2009

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    Great Ending!

    The seventh and final book in The Dark Tower series is in many ways a combination of all the previous Dark Tower books. King draws from past events, themes, and characters while weaving them into this highly entertaining novel. That being said, The Dark Tower is mainly an action adventure story most closely resembling The Waste Lands (with a more satisfactory ending). Roland and his ka-tet travel through multiple wheres and whens in this story that leads them finally to the Dark Tower itself. Whether they all make it to the tower or not I will leave for you to discover. Just know that King does take you there and his descriptions of the tower (and possibly what's inside) I found to be satisfactory. I didn't think they were amazing, earth shattering, or mind bending. After 3700 pages from the previous books through this one I don't know that I'd be entirely happy with any ending. I found it hard to let the characters go. Alas it does end and I couldn't recommend a book or series of books more to a reader than The Dark Tower.

    PS The Wind Through The Key Hole

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted November 20, 2009

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    It's a great book

    I liked the series, it took me years to read it. Got interested when my high school teacher (5 yrs ago) gave me song of susannah to read. The ending isn't bad either. I bet most people don't get the ending and there for don't like it. But Stephen King gave Roland a SECOND chance. Where as he never had the horn before, he had then. That's what I believe anyways.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 21, 2009

    Very enjoyable.

    This was a great ending for the series, some people might not like it, but definatly a Steven King ending.

    2 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 21, 2009

    Worst book of the series!

    Did not like the ending. Stephen King should have known better. I have read all of the series with such exciting anticipation for Roland to reach the Tower only to have it (the Tower) to be such a disappointment.

    2 out of 8 people found this review helpful.

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