The Dark Tower (The Dark Tower, #7)

by Stephen King

‘All is forgotten in the stone halls of the dead. These are the rooms of ruin where the spiders spin and the great circuits fall quiet, one by one.’

He tilted his head back and watched the clock of the stars turn in the blackness overhead.

Susannah spread her arms, Roland’s pistol clenched in her right hand, and made a Y against the sky. Then she screamed. There were no words in it, nor could there have been. Our greatest moments of triumph are always inarticulate.