The Dark Tower Today

At the top of the Tower, the ringing stopped. A door, carved from the heart of a dying star, creaked open an inch.

Around its base, the field of Can'-Ka No Rey was no longer filled with red roses. They had turned white, then translucent, then disappeared entirely. In their place grew teeth. Thousands of them, pushing up through the soil like jagged grave markers. The Dark Tower

Roland didn't turn. He knew the voice of the boy, Jake, though the boy had been dead and reborn more times than Roland had fingers. Jake sat on a stump of petrified wood, tossing a gold coin that vanished every time it hit his palm. At the top of the Tower, the ringing stopped