February 26th, 2014 1:27pm
The gunslinger drew with blinding speed and fired twelve times. The gun-flashes dimmed the sun itself, and the pounding of the explosions slammed back from the rock-faced escarpments behind them.
“Now,” the man in black said, laughing. “Oh, now. We make great magic together, you and I. You kill me no more than you kill yourself.”
He withdrew, walking backwards, facing the gunslinger, grinning. “Come. Come. Come.”
The gunslinger followed him in broken boots to the place of counseling.
The Dark Tower (The Gunslinger) | Stephen King
Kill with your heart.
“Send a heartbeat to
The void that cries through you
Relive the pictures that have come to pass
For now we stand alone”
“Three. This is the number of your fate. Three stands at the hearth of your quest. Another number comes later; now the number is three.
The first is young, dark-haired. He stands on the brink of robbersy and murder. A demon named HEROIN has infested him. The second comes on wheels. I see no more. And the third… death. But not for you.”
Book Challenge | Day 04 – Favourite book of your favourite series
“I don’t think he needs to be immortal. I think all he needs to do is to write the right story. Because some stories do live forever.”
Roland Deschain | Song of Susannah by Stephen King