The Dark Tower VII: The Dark Tower

The Dark Tower VII: The Dark Tower

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The most anticipated book in Stephen King's legendary career, The Dark Tower VII: The Dark Tower is the final installment to the bestselling author's epic series-a story that began thirty-three years ago with The Gunslinger and has gathered millions of ardent fans since Donald M. Grant published a limited edition of that first volume in

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The most anticipated book in Stephen King's legendary career, The Dark Tower VII: The Dark Tower is the final installment to the bestselling author's epic series-a story that began thirty-three years ago with The Gunslinger and has gathered millions of ardent fans since Donald M. Grant published a limited edition of that first volume in 1981.

This volume completes the quest of Roland Deschain, the last gunslinger in a world which has "moved on." Like the first book in the series, the last is beautifully illustrated by famed fantasy artist Michael Whelan. And with the same mix of triumph and loss that made Wolves of the Calla a runaway bestseller, The Dark Tower tracks Roland towards his ultimate goal, the tower itself-the center of all time, all place. But this time, as Roland's ka-tet moves through The Dixie Pig in New York City to Algul Siento in End-World, the losses come from within his circle of companions. His antagonists, from Mia's chap Mordred to the force of evil known as the Crimson King, grow more desperate. In the final stage of his search, Roland needs one more ally, a last key to gain entry to the tower. What awaits him there, at the tower's very top, is a mystery sure to awe King's legions of devoted fans.

With Stephen King's unparalleled storytelling power, and with interest in fantasy at an all-time high, the release of The Dark Tower will be the most exciting publishing event of the year.

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Editorial Reviews

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.
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.
Wolves of the Calla is one of the strongest entries yet in what will surely be a master storyteller's magnum opus.
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 fitting capstone to a uniquely American epic." — The Washington Post

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Simon & Schuster Adult Publishing Group
Publication date:
Dark Tower Series, #7

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The Dark Tower VII

By Stephen King


Copyright © 2004 Stephen King
All right reserved.

ISBN: 1-880418-62-2

Chapter One

Callahan and the Vampires


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 skoldpadda, 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 youkill.

"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


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 skoldpadda.

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.


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.


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.


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 maitre 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.

Skoldpadda, 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 entree.

"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 skoldpadda 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.


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 maitre 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.


"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 skoldpadda 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 entree had a human form; the knights and their ladies were eating human flesh and drinking human blood.


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Meet the Author

Stephen King is the author of more than fifty books, all of them worldwide bestsellers. His recent work includes the short story collection The Bazaar of Bad Dreams, Finders Keepers, Mr. Mercedes (an Edgar Award winner for Best Novel), Doctor Sleep, and Under the Dome. His novel 11/22/63—now a Hulu original television series event—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. He is the recipient of the 2014 National Medal of Arts and the 2003 National Book Foundation Medal for Distinguished Contribution to American Letters. He lives in Bangor, Maine, with his wife, novelist Tabitha King.

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Dark Tower VII: The Dark Tower 4.4 out of 5 based on 2 ratings. 582 reviews.
Guest More than 1 year ago
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.
Guest More than 1 year ago
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!!
CTK More than 1 year ago
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!
CarleCJ More than 1 year ago
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.
wilson_usaf More than 1 year ago
*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..
Guest More than 1 year ago
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, I need a drink..*sigh*
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
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!!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
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.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
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
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
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.
Crimznrose More than 1 year ago
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.
I_L0ve_A_Good_Book More than 1 year ago
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).
Andrea Martell More than 1 year ago
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!
dreamdarkly More than 1 year ago
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.
Guest More than 1 year ago
The book was magnificent be sure to read in the very back where authors notes and the such are But this book was gold as was the series it helped redefine my thoughts on what good literature should consist of. My hat is off and my heart is out to king and these books they have made me a very happy man.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I haven't read another series that has captured me the way Stephen King has in this series. I love how he created this world which is beyond my imagination. I've spent the past 4 months or so on this series, and I'm disappionted for it to end, but it was a good ending. I was in shock on how it ended, but it was a perfect ending for this ka-tet. The DT #7 would have to be my favorite out of the series, even though there were some parts that angered me, and drew tears, but still my favorite. I will be reading this series again!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is a book I did not want to put down. I was very pleased with the ending, even though it leaves you wanting more. After seven books this was well worth the investment. Well done Stephen! !
whetrick1 More than 1 year ago
great book still reading it Stephen king has knocked this one out of the ball park. I would recommend this to anyone that loves Stephen king.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Fantastic series! Fantastic ending! I just reread the series four years after I first read it. And though I remembered major points in the story, and thus they were not a surprise, it was like visiting an old friend and having a very good palaver. There were minor details I'd forgotten and was happy to rediscover. Most importantly, I enjoyed it much more the second time around. Now, with barely a hundred pages left, I am starting to dread the aftermath of completing the journey again . . . my own personal todash space of emptiness I experience each time I finish a great read or when the NFL season concludes. And this one is a great read. Loved the characters! Loved the journey! Loved the world of Roland! I cannot honestly remember how deeply I immersed myself into a story like I did with The Dark Tower, and I've read many great books. Sai King's masterfully crafted tale is at the top of the list, my own personal literary tower. I can only hope in three or four, or perhaps more years, when I take upon myself the mantles of this journey once more, the satisfaction I get from it then will surpass the enjoyment I got this time. And perhaps even deeper grows an unfound hope that one day, Ves'-Ka Gan, the song of the turtle, will be heard upon the winds again, and that Mr. King hears it. Hile Roland! Hile Gunslinger!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
My mind is blown!!!! This series was totally hard core!! You cant help but love and hate it all at the sametime! I wish i knew how Roland's journey to the dark tower WITH the horn would turn out. Would they all live and rule Gan and the Tower together? And why out of all the other gunslingers of Eld's lineage was Roland chosen to walk this path over and over? It's just that fantastic, im so glad my uncle told me to read this series!! Long days and pleasent nights sai's!! #review by a 17 year old girl
LordMutton More than 1 year ago
The Dark Tower series was an unbelievable collection of stories of drama, romance, action, science fiction, horror and creativity. They are great reads, but require a lot of time and patience. Stephen King's writing is so detailed that when he tells a story there are infinite levels of detail. So much so that you sometimes have no idea what he's talking about, or missed on details in an earlier book that now take center stage. Ultimately, you have to read each book twice or listen to the audio version to catch everything. But this is my small brain talking and others probably didn't have the same issues. Overall, it's the most astounding collection of stories I've ever read and I'm glad I did.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Really loved this series. I will probably read these again and again. Blaine the train is a pain! That will stay with me for the rest of my life.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The best of King. I felt like a part of me was lost after i read this. I fell like I have traveled along side of Roland during the journey. I feel like part of the ka-tet. I am sad to see it end but I will never forget these books.
lovemNOOKTN More than 1 year ago
The whole series was a great ride. It was fascinating to see how so many things in Stephen King's other books tie back to this one.
petuprksgirl More than 1 year ago
Easy read page turner exciting wish i could live as one of sk character. And if you have not read it wacha waitn on for. Get! N readin it.