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

by Stephen King

He walked out of nowhere toward nowhere, a man from another time who, it seemed, had reached a point of pointless ending.

“Well, pardon me for living,”

“Why do you keep looking back there?” the guy in charge had asked. “From time to time I need an antidote,” Eddie said. “From what?” “Your face.”

But I guess it’s close enough for Government work.

“I got a Shooter’s Bible. Maybe that’s what you ought to look at.” “Yes.” He smiled. Shooter’s Bible. It was a noble name for a book.