Paperback, 896 pages
English language
Published Sept. 11, 2003 by New English Library.
[The Dark Tower][1] IV
Part IV of an epic quest. Roland the Gunslinger and his followers have to contend with a sentient monorail intent on killing itself and taking them with it. While seeking to return to the Path of the Beam that will lead them to the Dark Tower, Roland tells his friends a story about the tragic loss of his first love, Susan Delgado. ([source][2])
[1]: openlibrary.org/works/OL81600W/The_Dark_Tower_1-7 [2]: stephenking.com/library/novel/dark_tower_wizard_and_glass_the.html
This might have been my favourite of the Dark Tower series thus far. I loved getting some of Roland's backstory, especially!
End me.
A strong narrative and some intriguing backstory to the enigma that is Roland make this a riveting read.
1) ''Lowering his voice to its former conversational#not to say playful#pitch, Cuthbert said: ''If you shoot me, the ball flies and your friend dies, too.'' ''I don't believe that,'' Reynolds said, but he didn't like what he heard in his own voice. It sounded like doubt. ''No man could make a shot like that.'' ''Why don't we let your friend decide?'' Cuthbert raised his voice in a good-humoured hail. ''Hi-ho, there, Mr. Spectacles! Would you like your pal to shoot me?'' ''No!'' Depape's cry was shrill, verging on panic. ''No, Clay! Don't shoot!'' ''So it's a standoff,'' Reynolds said, bemused. And then bemusement changed to horror as he felt the blade of a very large knife slip against his throat. It pressed the tender skin just over his adam's apple. ''No, it's not,'' Alain said softly. ''Put the gun down, my friend, or I'll cut your throat.''
2) ''Bird and …
1) ''Lowering his voice to its former conversational#not to say playful#pitch, Cuthbert said: ''If you shoot me, the ball flies and your friend dies, too.'' ''I don't believe that,'' Reynolds said, but he didn't like what he heard in his own voice. It sounded like doubt. ''No man could make a shot like that.'' ''Why don't we let your friend decide?'' Cuthbert raised his voice in a good-humoured hail. ''Hi-ho, there, Mr. Spectacles! Would you like your pal to shoot me?'' ''No!'' Depape's cry was shrill, verging on panic. ''No, Clay! Don't shoot!'' ''So it's a standoff,'' Reynolds said, bemused. And then bemusement changed to horror as he felt the blade of a very large knife slip against his throat. It pressed the tender skin just over his adam's apple. ''No, it's not,'' Alain said softly. ''Put the gun down, my friend, or I'll cut your throat.''
2) ''Bird and bear and hare and fish, give my love her fondest wish.''
