Wolves of the Calla (The Dark Tower, #5)

by Stephen King

“Head clear. Mouth shut. See much. Say little.”

God’s voice is still and small, the voice of a sparrow in a cyclone, so said the prophet Isaiah, and we all say thankya.

I was a dry alcoholic. An alcoholic is also a vampire, and that part of me was getting thirstier and thirstier, while the rest of me was trying to deny my essential nature.