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King, Stephen

The Dark Tower: The Gunslinger

The man in black fled across the desert, and the gunslinger followed.

The Dark Tower: The Drawing of Three

The gunslinger came awake from a confused dream which seemed to consist of a single image: that of the Sailor in the Tarot deck from which the man in black had dealt (or purported to deal) the gunslinger’s own moaning future.

The Dark Tower: The Waste Lands

It was her third time with live ammunition... and her first time on the draw form the holster Roland had rigged for her.

The Dark Tower: Wizard and Glass

The town of Candleton was a poisoned and irradiated ruin, but not dead; after all the centuries it still twitched with tenebrous life - trundling beetles the size of turtles, birds that looked small, misshapen dragonlets, a few stumbling robots that passed in and out of the rotten buildings like stainless steel zombies, their joints squalling, their nuclear eyes flickering.

The Dark Tower: Wolves of the Calla

Tian was blessed (though few farmers would have used such a word) with three pathches: River Field, where his family has 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.

The Dark Tower: Song of Susannah

"How long will the magic stay?"

The Dark Tower: The Dark Tower

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.

Different Seasons: The Body

The most important things are the hardest things to say.

The Shining

Jack Torrance thought: Officious little prick.

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