The Dark Tower 💯

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

"Worse," Jake said. "The Tower is shivering. It’s not just the beams anymore. Someone is ringing the bell at the top." The Dark Tower

Roland stood, his ancient revolvers heavy against his hips. The sandalwood grips felt warm, almost humming. He looked toward the horizon, where the Dark Tower stood—a needle of impossible black stone stitching the sky to the earth. At the top of the Tower, the ringing stopped

He stepped inside, and for the first time in a thousand years, the gunslinger felt the wind change direction. "The Tower is shivering

"Go then," Roland whispered, though whether he spoke to Jake, the Tower, or himself, he did not know. "There are other worlds than these."