Wizard and Glass (The Dark Tower, #4)

by Stephen King

“You saw all that in the glass?” Alain asked in an awe-hushed voice. “I saw much.” “But not Susan Delgado,” Cuthbert said. “No. When we finish with yonder men and she finishes with Mejis, her part in our ka-tet ends. Inside the ball, I was given a choice: Susan, and my life as her husband and father of the child she now carries . . . or the Tower.” Roland wiped his face with a shaking hand. “I would choose Susan in an instant, if not for one thing: the Tower is crumbling, and if it falls, everything we know will be swept away. There will be chaos beyond our imagining. We must go . . . and we will go.” Above his young and unlined cheeks, below his young and unlined brow, were the ancient killer’s eyes that Eddie Dean would first glimpse in the mirror of an airliner’s bathroom. But now they swam with childish tears. There was nothing childish in his voice, however. “I choose the Tower. I must. Let her live a good life and long with someone else—she will, in time. As for me, I choose the Tower.”