The Dark Tower V: Wolves of the Calla

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Wolves of the Calla is the highly anticipated fifth book in Stephen King’s Dark Tower series—a unique bestselling epic fantasy quest inspired many years ago by The Lord of the Rings.

Set in a world of extraordinary circumstances, filled with stunning visual imagery and unforgettable characters, the Dark Tower series is unlike anything you have ever read. Here is the fifth installment.

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Overview

Wolves of the Calla is the highly anticipated fifth book in Stephen King’s Dark Tower series—a unique bestselling epic fantasy quest inspired many years ago by The Lord of the Rings.

Set in a world of extraordinary circumstances, filled with stunning visual imagery and unforgettable characters, the Dark Tower series is unlike anything you have ever read. Here is the fifth installment.

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Editorial Reviews

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
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.
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.
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
Publishers Weekly
Roland of Gilead's quest to save all worlds from evil continues in this fifth installment of King's epic tale, which finds the gunslinger and his companions helping the farmers of Calla Bryn Sturgis fight against the terrifying "Wolves" who threaten to kidnap the Calla's children. Joining them is Father Callahan, who first appeared in King's second book,'Salem's Lot (1975). Using a low, gruff voice that only Clint Eastwood could equal, Guidall aptly captures Roland's rough-edged character, but it's often difficult to distinguish between the tenors he employs for the book's many male characters. Andy the robot, however, is one character that listeners won't confuse with the others. Wise-guy gunslinger Eddie might compare Andy to Star Wars' C3PO, both in his "complacent, slightly prissy voice" and his lanky, mechanical appearance, but avid listeners will find that the tone Guidall adopts for Andy more closely resembles that of the beloved 1980s toy Speak & Spell. In the afterword, King thanks the narrator of the first four Dark Tower novels, Frank Muller, whose debilitating motorcycle accident in 2001 prevented him from finishing the series. "[A]udio insists you absorb everything," King notes, and in Muller's absence, Guidall does a fine job of bringing this epic tale to life. Simultaneous release with the Donald M. Grant/Scribner hardcover (Forecasts, Aug. 4). (Nov.) Copyright 2003 Reed Business Information.
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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.

Locus Wolves of the Calla is one of the strongest entries yet in what will surely be a master storyteller's magnum opus.

The New York Times Book Review [A] hypnotic blend of suspense and sentimentality...a sprawling, eventful tale of demons, monsters, narrow escapes, and magic portals.

The 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

The Atlanta Journal-Constitution An impressive work of mythic magnitude. May turn out to be Stephen King's greatest literary achievement.

The Kansas City Star It works because King, despite his long resume, keeps insisting on surprising himself and, in so doing, surprising us.

The Denver Post Brilliant in technique and ability...Feed your head! Now dig in, 'cause King's latest in this seven-course banquet...is a lip-smacking, brain-filling repast.

Bangor Daily News "The Dark Tower" is King's masterpiece....Wolves of the Calla succeeds as a standalone work.

Publishers Weekly The high suspense and extensive character development here...plus the enormity of King's ever-expanding universe, will surely keep his "Constant Readers" in awe.

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781416516934
  • Publisher: Pocket Books
  • Publication date: 1/24/2006
  • Series: Dark Tower Series , #5
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Edition description: Reprint
  • Pages: 960
  • Sales rank: 42,741
  • Product dimensions: 7.56 (w) x 4.22 (h) x 1.57 (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.

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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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The Dark Tower V

Wolves of the Calla
By Stephen King

Scribner Book Company

Copyright © 2005 Stephen King
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0743251628

Prologue

ROONT

ONE

Tian was blessed (though few farmers would have used such a word) with three patches: River Field, where his family had grown rice since time out of mind; Roadside Field, where ka-Jaffords had grown sharproot, pumpkin, and corn for those same long years and generations; and Son of a Bitch, a thankless tract which mostly grew rocks, blisters, and busted hopes. Tian wasn't the first Jaffords determined to make something of the twenty acres behind the home place; his Gran-pere, perfectly sane in most other respects, had been convinced there was gold there. Tian's Ma had been equally positive it would grow porin, a spice of great worth. Tian's particular insanity was madrigal. Of course madrigal would grow in Son of a Bitch. Must grow there. He'd gotten hold of a thousand seeds (and a dear penny they had cost him) that were now hidden beneath the floorboards of his bedroom. All that remained before planting next year was to break ground in Son of a Bitch. This chore was easier spoken of than accomplished.

Clan Jaffords was blessed with livestock, including three mules, but a man would be mad to try using a mule out in Son of a Bitch; the beast unlucky enough to draw such duty would likely be lying legbrokeor stung to death by noon of the first day. One of Tian's uncles had almost met this latter fate some years before. He had come running back to the home place, screaming at the top of his lungs and pursued by huge mutie wasps with stingers the size of nails.

They had found the nest (well, Andy had found it; Andy wasn't bothered by wasps no matter how big they were) and burned it with kerosene, but there might be others. And there were holes. Yer-bugger, plenty o' them, and you couldn't burn holes, could you? No. Son of a Bitch sat on what the old folks called "loose ground." It was consequently possessed of almost as many holes as rocks, not to mention at least one cave that puffed out draughts of nasty, decay-smelling air. Who knew what boggarts and speakies might lurk down its dark throat?

And the worst holes weren't out where a man (or a mule) could see them. Not at all, sir, never think so. The leg-breakers were always concealed in innocent-seeming nestles of weeds and high grass. Your mule would step in, there would come a bitter crack like a snapping branch, and then the damned thing would be lying there on the ground, teeth bared, eyes rolling, braying its agony at the sky. Until you put it out of its misery, that was, and stock was valuable in Calla Bryn Sturgis, even stock that wasn't precisely threaded.

Tian therefore plowed with his sister in the traces. No reason not to. Tia was roont, hence good for little else. She was a big girl - the roont ones often grew to prodigious size - and she was willing, Man Jesus love her. The Old Fella had made her a Jesus-tree, what he called a crusie-fix, and she wore it everywhere. It swung back and forth now, thumping against her sweating skin as she pulled.

The plow was attached to her shoulders by a rawhide harness. Behind her, alternately guiding the plow by its old ironwood handles and his sister by the hame-traces, Tian grunted and yanked and pushed when the blade of the plow dropped down and verged on becoming stuck. It was the end of Full Earth but as hot as midsummer here in Son of a Bitch; Tia's overalls were dark and damp and stuck to her long and meaty thighs. Each time Tian tossed his head to get his hair out of his eyes, sweat flew out of the mop in a spray.

"Gee, ye bitch!" he cried. "Yon rock's a plow-breaker, are ye blind?"

Not blind; not deaf, either; just roont. She heaved to the left, and hard. Behind her, Tian stumbled forward with a neck-snapping jerk and barked his shin on another rock, one he hadn't seen and the plow had, for a wonder, missed. As he felt the first warm trickles of blood running down to his ankle, he wondered (and not for the first time) what madness it was that always got the Jaffordses out here. In his deepest heart he had an idea that madrigal would sow no more than the porin had before it, although you could grow devil-grass; yar, he could've bloomed all twenty acres with that shit, had he wanted. The trick was to keep it out, and it was always New Earth's first chore. It -

The plow rocked to the right and then jerked forward, almost pulling his arms out of their sockets. "Arr!" he cried. "Go easy, girl! I can't grow em back if you pull em out, can I?"

Tia turned her broad, sweaty, empty face up to a sky full of low-hanging clouds and honked laughter. Man Jesus, but she even sounded like a donkey. Yet it was laughter, human laughter. Tian wondered, as he sometimes couldn't help doing, if that laughter meant anything. Did she understand some of what he was saying, or did she only respond to his tone of voice? Did any of the roont ones -

"Good day, sai," said a loud and almost completely toneless voice from behind him. The owner of the voice ignored Tian's scream of surprise. "Pleasant days, and may they be long upon the earth. I am here from a goodish wander and at your service."

Tian whirled around, saw Andy standing there - all seven feet of him - and was then almost jerked flat as his sister took another of her large lurching steps forward. The plow's hame-traces were pulled from his hands and flew around his throat with an audible snap. Tia, unaware of this potential disaster, took another sturdy step forward. When she did, Tian's wind was cut off. He gave a whooping, gagging gasp and clawed at the straps. All of this Andy watched with his usual large and meaningless smile.

Tia jerked forward again and Tian was pulled off his feet. He landed on a rock that dug savagely into the cleft of his buttocks, but at least he could breathe again. For the moment, anyway. Damned unlucky field! Always had been! Always would be!

Tian snatched hold of the leather strap before it could pull tight around his throat again and yelled, "Hold, ye bitch! Whoa up if you don't want me to twist yer great and useless tits right off the front of yer!"

Tia halted agreeably enough and looked back to see what was what. Her smile broadened. She lifted one heavily muscled arm - it glowed with sweat - and pointed. "Andy!" she said. "Andy's come!"

"I ain't blind," Tian said and got to his feet, rubbing his bottom. Was that part of him also bleeding? Good Man Jesus, he had an idea it was.

"Good day, sai," Andy said to her, and tapped his metal throat three times with his three metal fingers. "Long days and pleasant nights."

Although Tia had surely heard the standard response to this - And may you have twice the number - a thousand times or more, all she could do was once more raise her broad idiot's face to the sky and honk her donkey laugh. Tian felt a surprising moment of pain, not in his arms or throat or outraged ass but in his heart. He vaguely remembered her as a little girl: as pretty and quick as a dragonfly, as smart as ever you could wish. Then -

But before he could finish the thought, a premonition came. He felt a sinking in his heart. The news would come while I'm out here, he thought. Out in this godforsaken patch where nothing is well and all luck is bad. It was time, wasn't it? Overtime.

"Andy," he said.

"Yes!" Andy said, smiling. "Andy, your friend! Back from a goodish wander and at your service. Would you like your horoscope, sai Tian? It is Full Earth. The moon is red, what is called the Huntress Moon in Mid-World that was. A friend will call! Business affairs prosper! You will have two ideas, one good and one bad -"

"The bad one was coming out here to turn this field," Tian said. "Never mind my goddam horoscope, Andy. Why are you here?"

Andy's smile probably could not become troubled - he was a robot, after all, the last one in Calla Bryn Sturgis or for miles and wheels around - but to Tian it seemed to grow troubled, just the same. The robot looked like a young child's stick-figure of an adult, impossibly tall and impossibly thin. His legs and arms were silvery. His head was a stainless-steel barrel with electric eyes. His body, no more than a cylinder, was gold. Stamped in the middle - what would have been a man's chest - was this legend:

NORTH CENTRAL POSITRONICS, LTD. in association with LaMERK INDUSTRIES presents

ANDY

Design: MESSENGER (Many Other Functions) Serial # DNF-44821-V63

Why or how this silly thing had survived when all the rest of the robots were gone - gone for generations - Tian neither knew nor cared. You were apt to see him anywhere in the Calla (he would not venture beyond its borders) striding on his impossibly thin silver legs, looking everywhere, occasionally clicking to himself as he stored (or perhaps purged - who knew?) information. He sang songs, passed on gossip and rumor from one end of town to the other - a tireless walker was Andy the Messenger Robot - and seemed to enjoy the giving of horoscopes above all things, although there was general agreement in the village that they meant little.

He had one other function, however, and that meant much.

"Why are ye here, ye bag of bolts and beams? Answer me! Is it the Wolves? Are they coming from Thunderclap?"

Tian stood there looking up into Andy's stupid smiling metal face, the sweat growing cold on his skin, praying with all his might that the foolish thing would say no, then offer to tell his horoscope again, or perhaps to sing "The Green Corn A-Dayo," all twenty or thirty verses.

But all Andy said, still smiling, was: "Yes, sai."

"Christ and the Man Jesus," Tian said (he'd gotten an idea from the Old Fella that those were two names for the same thing, but had never bothered pursuing the question). "How long?"

"One moon of days before they arrive," Andy replied, still smiling.

"From full to full?"

"Close enough, sai."

Thirty days, then, give or take one. Thirty days to the Wolves. And there was no sense hoping Andy was wrong. No one kenned how the robot could know they were coming out of Thunderclap so far in advance of their arrival, but he did know. And he was never wrong.

"Fuck you for your bad news!" Tian cried, and was furious at the waver he heard in his own voice. "What use are you?"

"I'm sorry that the news is bad," Andy said. His guts clicked audibly, his eyes flashed a brighter blue, and he took a step backward. "Would you not like me to tell your horoscope? This is the end of Full Earth, a time particularly propitious for finishing old business and meeting new people -"

"And fuck your false prophecy, too!" Tian bent, picked up a clod of earth, and threw it at the robot. A pebble buried in the clod clanged off Andy's metal hide. Tia gasped, then began to cry. Andy backed off another step, his shadow trailing out long in Son of a Bitch field. But his hateful, stupid smile remained.

"What about a song? I have learned an amusing one from the Manni far north of town; it is called 'In Time of Loss, Make God Your Boss.'" From somewhere deep in Andy's guts came the wavering honk of a pitch-pipe, followed by a ripple of piano keys. "It goes -"

Sweat rolling down his cheeks and sticking his itchy balls to his thighs. The stink-smell of his own foolish obsession. Tia blatting her stupid face at the sky. And this idiotic, bad-news-bearing robot getting ready to sing him some sort of Manni hymn.

"Be quiet, Andy." He spoke reasonably enough, but through clamped teeth.

"Sai," the robot agreed, then fell mercifully silent.

Tian went to his bawling sister, put his arm around her, smelled the large (but not entirely unpleasant) smell of her. No obsession there, just the smell of work and obedience. He sighed, then began to stroke her trembling arm.

"Quit it, ye great bawling cunt," he said. The words might have been ugly but the tone was kind in the extreme, and it was tone she responded to. She began to quiet. Her brother stood with the flare of her hip pushing into him just below his ribcage (she was a full foot taller), and any passing stranger would likely have stopped to look at them, amazed by the similarity of face and the great dissimilarity of size. The resemblance, at least, was honestly come by: they were twins.

He soothed his sister with a mixture of endearments and profanities - in the years since she had come back roont from the east, the two modes of expression were much the same to Tian Jaffords - and at last she ceased her weeping. And when a rustie flew across the sky, doing loops and giving out the usual series of ugly blats, she pointed and laughed.

A feeling was rising in Tian, one so foreign to his nature that he didn't even recognize it. "Isn't right," he said. "Nossir. By the Man Jesus and all the gods that be, it isn't." He looked to the east, where the hills rolled away into a rising membranous darkness that might have been clouds but wasn't. It was the edge of Thunderclap.

"Isn't right what they do to us."

"Sure you wouldn't like to hear your horoscope, sai? I see bright coins and a beautiful dark lady."

"The dark ladies will have to do without me," Tian said, and began pulling the harness off his sister's broad shoulders. "I'm married, as I'm sure ye very well know."

"Many a married man has had his jilly," Andy observed. To Tian he sounded almost smug.

"Not those who love their wives." Tian shouldered the harness (he'd made it himself, there being a marked shortage of tack for human beings in most livery barns) and turned toward the home place. "And not farmers, in any case. Show me a farmer who can afford a jilly and I'll kiss your shiny ass. Garn, Tia. Lift em up and put em down."

"Home place?" she asked.

"That's right."

"Lunch at home place?" She looked at him in a muddled, hopeful way. "Taters?" A pause. "Gravy?"

"Shore," Tian said. "Why the hell not?"

Tia let out a whoop and began running toward the house. There was something almost awe-inspiring about her when she ran. As their father had once observed, not long before the fall that carried him off, "Bright or dim, that's a lot of meat in motion."

Tian walked slowly after her, head down, watching for the holes which his sister seemed to avoid without even looking, as if some deep part of her had mapped the location of each one. That strange new feeling kept growing and growing. He knew about anger - any farmer who'd ever lost cows to the milk-sick or watched a summer hailstorm beat his corn flat knew plenty about that - but this was deeper. This was rage, and it was a new thing. He walked slowly, head down, fists clenched.



Continues...


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Table of Contents

CONTENTS

The Final Argument

Prologue: Roont

Part One: Todash

I: The Face on the Water

II: New York Groove

III: Mia

IV: Palaver

V: Overholser

VI: The Way of the Eld

VII: Todash

Part Two: Telling Tales

I: The Pavilion

II: Dry Twist

III: The Priest's Tale (New York)

IV: The Priest's Tale Continued (Highways in Hiding)

V: The Tale of Gray Dick

VI: Gran-pere's Tale

VII: Nocturne, Hunger

VIII: Took's Store; The Unfound Door

IX: The Priest's Tale Concluded (Unfound)

Part Three: The Wolves

I: Secrets

II: The Dogan, Part 1

III: The Dogan, Part 2

IV: The Pied Piper

V: The Meeting of the Folken

VI: Before the Storm

VII: The Wolves

Epilogue: The Doorway Cave

Author's Note

Author's Afterword

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  • Posted January 1, 2010

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    Wolves of the Calla, the Dark Tower series, Book 5

    Being a fan of the Dark Tower series, I was highly disappointed in this book. I found it to be boring and unneccessary in the telling of the journey of the wonderful characters. This is a book that can be skipped in the reading of the series. This story could and should have been told in less than 700 pages. However, the tales of Susannah's pregnancy and the throwing of the plates are what kept me reading until the end. I am looking forward to book VI.

    3 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted December 11, 2010

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    Whatever!

    I was not thrilled with book V. The dialogue was horrible and the story was slow with zero action. The whole book built up to the battle with the wolves. The battle lasted about 10 pages. Wow! King needed like 800 pages to prepare for the coming of the Wolves. I was confused why the characters suddenly started speaking in a different dialect. Also, Susannah said the same line over and over throughout the entire book. Of course I will finish the series, but I was not impressed. Only the strength of King's narrative and my love for the characters kept me going.

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 25, 2012

    Boring!

    A real chore to get through. It made no sense in the overall plot of the series. Does not inspire me to read the next book.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 20, 2012

    Another amzing edition to the series

    I am a die hard King fan and I think this is him at the top of his game. You can tell throughout the whole series that he really is having a ton of fun writing this and really enjoys the characters he developes.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted April 7, 2012

    Wolves of the Calla

    The Dark Tower's Series is about the best that Stephen King has written. For me only the Stand is in the same class. The Dark Tower series is long but when done I always look for the next book in the series.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted October 18, 2011

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    Another great moment of time in Roland's ka-tet

    The Wolves of Calla got a lot of lower star ratings than the previous books in the series and a lot of the comments stated that it just didn¿t have the action that the other books had, that it was slower. As I read, it is apparent that this book doesn¿t have that injection of action throughout the story as the previous ones in the series did. However, I really felt the build up that was created until the end was really deep and intense.

    The book explored more of the characters internally, their feelings, thoughts and growth that is occurring during this journey. Meeting the people of Calla and how some of their ties to the whens and wheres of Susannah and Eddie came into play. How the story weaves itself in and out of the previous books was just so gripping. You could feel the character¿s progression as a ka-tet and how their regard for one another had changed.

    Sure, it didn¿t have roaring action all the way through, but the action it had was fantastic. And like after reading the previous books in the series, I¿m headed to get the next one right away. I get excited to start the new ones each time but also sad to see the books end, this is truly a story I could go on reading forever.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 28, 2014

    Where are the illustrations?

    Love this book but why don't we get the illustrations that r in the hardbacks? Boo to B & N!

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  • Posted February 16, 2014

    This book was a joy to read. Leaving us hanging throughout the n

    This book was a joy to read. Leaving us hanging throughout the novel, we discover that children are being kidnapped and forced to go to this place far away where they are drained of all knowledge and life and returned severely deformed and with a shortened life-span expectancy. This one kept me turning the pages as the end of each chapter was a cliff hanger to open the next chapter with. I appreciate the level of detail King put into this book, as well as the art that is found throughout it's pages, to help illustrate this lustrous and beautiful world. The book is big but it reads like a movie. Keep reading on! It's worth it!

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  • Posted October 29, 2013

    Interesting but does not advance the story. Overall, so far this

    Interesting but does not advance the story. Overall, so far this entire series shows a lack of imagination. I think Stephen King strung this tale out to 7 books as nothing more than a payday or he was in search of an ending. We'll see how the Song of Susannah goes.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 1, 2013

    Amazing

    Great read!!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 22, 2013

    Loved it

    Really enjoyed these kick ass books

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  • Posted January 12, 2013

    I love Stephen King but I did not enjoy this book. The folksy d

    I love Stephen King but I did not enjoy this book. The folksy dialogue was annoying and the story was boring. I struggled to finish it and if I read the Dark Tower series again, I will not read this book!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 2, 2013

    Great book

    Great continuation of the Dark Tower



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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 4, 2012

    Sunning rocks/end of thunder clan territory

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 19, 2012

    King at his best

    Books lv v and vl are great l and ll were slow

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 18, 2012

    Booyow

    Yea

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 29, 2012

    Awwwww yeah

    To the person below: are you 8 years old? Nobody loves you. This series is crayz legit, brahh. (As kids say these days)

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 13, 2012

    Loved it!

    My favorite of the series so far...? Well, it's hard to have a favorite when they're all so good. But THIS one was specially good. Thank you Mr. King.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 17, 2012

    Dark tower stephen king

    Love the books hope the movie and series get compleated love to see the story on film and tv!


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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 14, 2012

    Pulls you in!!

    I am enjoying this series when I didn't think I would. I read the first book when it came out in the 70's and then no others until my youngest daughter read the series and insisted I also read them. It is quite a journey entertwining many of King's other books into it along the way. I would recommend it to all Stephen King lovers. My first grandson is named Roland which at first I wasn't happy with but now believe it is a good, strong name.

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