The Drawing of the Three (The Dark Tower, #2)

by Stephen King

Yes, three is mystic. Three stands at the heart of the mantra.

The first is dark-haired. He stands on the brink of robbery and murder. A demon has infested him. The name of the demon is HEROIN.

Because the difference between seeing and not seeing can be the difference between living and dying.

He was looking through the eyes of the prisoner.

Here is another one ready to die for you, Roland. What great wrong did you ever do

that you should inspire such terrible loyalty in so many?

Fault

always lies in the same place, my fine babies: with him weak enough to lay blame.

If you have given up your heart for the Tower, Roland, you have already lost. A heartless creature is a

loveless creature, and a loveless creature is a beast.

To pay hell is one thing. But do you want to own it?

Control the things you can control, maggot. Let everything else take a flying fuck at you, and if you must go down, go down with your guns blazing.

One of these men had been a creature the

gunslinger believed to be a demon himself, a creature that pretended to be a man and called itself Flagg.

In matters of the Tower, fate became a thing as merciful as the lighter which had saved his life and as painful as the fire the miracle had ignited. Like the wheels of the oncoming train, it followed a course both logical and crushingly brutal, a course against which only steel and sweetness could stand.