During the days after they left the Green Palace that wasn’t Oz after all—but which was now the tomb of the unpleasant fellow Roland’s ka-tet had known as the Tick-Tock Man—the boy Jake began to range farther and farther ahead of Roland, Eddie and Susannah.
“Don’t you worry about him?” Susannah asked Roland. “Out there on his own?”
“He’s got Oy with him,” Eddie said, referring to the billy-bumbler who had adopted Jake as his special friend. “Mr. Oy gets along with nice folks all right, but he’s got a mouthful of sharp teeth for those who aren’t so nice. As that guy Gasher found out to his sorrow.”
“Jake also has his father’s gun,” Roland said. “And he knows how to use it. That he knows very well. And he won’t leave the Path of the Beam.” He pointed overhead with his reduced hand. The low-hanging sky was mostly still, but a single corridor of clouds moved steadily southeast. Toward the land of Thunderclap, if the note left behind for them by the man who styled himself RF had told the truth.
Toward the Dark Tower.
“But why—“Susannah began, and then her wheelchair hit a bump. She turned to Eddie. “Watch where you’re pushin me sugar.”
“Sorry,” Eddie said. “Public Works hasn’t been doing any maintenance along this stretch of the turnpike lately. Must be dealing with budget cuts.”
It wasn’t a turnpike, but it was a road…or had been: two ghostly ruts with an occasional tumbledown shack to mark the way. Earlier that morning they had even passed an abandoned store with a barely readable sign: TOOK’S OUTLAND MERCANTILE. They investigated inside for supplies—Jake and Oy had still been with them then—and had found nothing but dust, ancient cobwebs, and the skeleton of what had been either a large raccoon, a small dog, or a billy-bumbler. Oy had taken a cursory sniff and then pissed on the bones before leaving the store to sit on the hump in the middle of the old road with his squiggle of a tail curled around him. He faced back the way they had come, sniffing the air.
Roland had seen the bumbler do this several times lately, and although he had said nothing, he pondered it. Someone trailing them, maybe? He didn’t actually believe this, but the bumbler’s posture—nose lifted, ears pricked, tail curled—called up some old memory or association that he couldn’t quite catch.
“Why does Jake want to be on his own?” Susannah asked.
“Do you find it worrisome, Susannah of New York?” Roland asked.
“Yes, Roland of Gilead, I find it worrisome.” She smiled amiably enough, but in her eyes, the old mean light sparkled. That was the Detta Walker part of her, Roland reckoned. It would never be completely gone, and he wasn’t sorry. Without the strange woman she had once been still buried in her heart like a chip of ice, she would have been only a handsome black woman with no legs below the knees. With Detta on board, she was a person to be reckoned with. A dangerous one. A gunslinger.
The Wind Through the Keyhole: A Dark Tower Novel, by Stephen King; Scribner; © 2012 by Stephen King
Beginning in 1974, gaining momentum in the 1980s and coming to a thrilling conclusion when the last three novels were published in 2003-2004, the Dark Tower epic fantasy saga stands as Stephen King’s most beguiling achievement.
Now, with The Wind Through the Keyhole, King has returned to the rich landscape of Mid-World. This story-within-a-story finds Roland Deschain, Mid-World’s last gunslinger, in his early days during the guilt-ridden year following his mother’s death. Sent by his father to investigate evidence of a murderous shape-shifter, a “skin-man,” Roland takes charge of Bill Streeter, a brave but terrified boy who is the sole surviving witness to the beast’s most recent slaughter. Roland, himself only a teenager, calms the boy by reciting a story from the Book of Eld that his mother used to read to him at bedtime. “A person’s never too old for stories,” he says to Bill. “Man and boy, girl and woman, we live for them.”
Sure to captivate the avid fans of the Dark Tower epic, The Wind Through the Keyhole is also the perfect introduction to Roland’s world for those discovering the series for the first time, and a vivid reminder of the power of Stephen King’s storytelling magic.
Hardcover Book : 336 pages
Publisher: Scribner/Simon & Schuster ( April 24, 2012 )
Item #: 13-534575
Product Dimensions: 6.0 x 9.0 x 0.72inches
Product Weight: 15.0 ounces (View shipping rates and policies)
As always Stephen King captures the imagination of the reader and takes them directly into the world of the characters.... and while I read all of the other Dark Tower books years ago, this one fits in quite well so whether this is your first Dark Tower novel or not, you will not be lost.... A fantastic read as always !!!
The Wind Through the Keyhole was a perfect edition to Dark Tower series! I agree with Stephen King's suggestion that it should be read after Wizards and Glass and before Wolves of The Calla! Absolutely loved it!
Reviewer: Georga G
It was fun to revisit the characters and the feel of it.