Filled with ominous landscapes and macabre menace, Stephen King's latest mass market novel features The Gunslinger, a haunting figure in combat with The Man in Black in an epic battle of good versus evil. A spellbinding tale that is both grippingly realistic and eerily dreamlike.
"An impressive work of mythic magnitude. May turn out to be Stephen King's greatest literary achievement." (Atlanta Journal-Constitution)"Brilliant, fresh, and compelling...will leave you panting for more." (Booklist) -- PUBLISHERS WEEKLY.
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1 . finding the gunslinger
Posted January 18, 2012 by dennis , rome n.y.When i was in school i never read much.Just last year i purshed an e reader .One day at work my friends asked me if i ever read anything by stephen king i said at was a long time ago.Well they asked me if i read the gunslinger and i said no.They said i needed to.So when i looked for books for my ereader i looked for the gunslinger and found and was mad that i did not read this before .Well i am glad to say that i read all 7 books.They have brought me back to mr king and all of his books .The gunslinger series was so good i had a hard time stopping.Thank you stephen king . Hope the gunslinger will return one day.
2 . One of His Best
Posted January 28, 2011 by Christiane , BrooklynThe Gunslinger is Stephen King at his best!!!!!!!!!! Roland comes to life on the pages. If you only read one thing by Stephen King it should be the Gunslinger. You will be taken in from the first paragraph.
3 . Different take from King
Posted November 20, 2009 by Josh , Colorado SpringsThis isn't your normal Stephen King horror novel. It's a sci-fi/adventure story that will leave you looking for more
4 . More than meets the eye
Posted December 20, 2008 by Nancy Cooley , Tucson, ArizonaIf you can get through this first book, I can guarantee an epic like you've never, ever, even imagined. It's slow reading, and sometimes senseless, but keep at it. I did, and have continued reading the following books in "The Dark Tower" series. There are seven volumes total. I'm now reading the fifth one, "Wolves of the Calla". I daresay this is the most exciting thing I've ever read, and I thought Mr. King could never exceed some of the novels he's crafted. If you are a true fan, you've got to read it.
Note: Read them in order.
June 23, 2003
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Excerpt from The Gunslinger by Stephen King
The man in black fled across the desert, and the gunslinger followed.
The desert was the apotheosis of all deserts, huge, standing to the sky for what looked like eternity in all directions. It was white and blinding and waterless and without feature save for the faint, cloudy haze of the mountains which sketched themselves on the horizon and the devil-grass which brought sweet dreams, nightmares, death. An occasional tombstone sign pointed the way, for once the drifted track that cut its way through the thick crust of alkali had been a highway. Coaches and buckas had followed it. The world had moved on since then. The world had emptied.
The gunslinger had been struck by a momentary dizziness, a kind of yawing sensation that made the entire world seem ephemeral, almost a thing that could be looked through. It passed and, like the world upon whose hide he walked, he moved on. He passed the miles stolidly, not hurrying, not loafing. A hide waterbag was slung around his middle like a bloated sausage. It was almost full. He had progressed through the khef over many years, and had reached perhaps the fifth level. Had he been a Manni holy man, he might not have even been thirsty; he could have watched his own body dehydrate with clinical, detached attention, watering its crevices and dark inner hollows only when his logic told him it must be done. He was not a Manni, however, nor a follower of the Man Jesus, and considered himself in no way holy. He was just an ordinary pilgrim, in other words, and all he could say with real certainty was that he was thirsty. And even so, he had no particular urge to drink. In a vague way, all this pleased him. It was what the country required, it was a thirsty country, and he had in his long life been nothing if not adaptable.