The Dark Tower VII
The Dark Tower
Chapter One
Callahan and the Vampires
ONE
Pere Don Callahan had once been the Catholic priest of a town, 'Salem's Lot had
been its name, that no longer existed on any map. He didn't much care. Concepts
such as reality had ceased to matter to him.
This onetime priest now held a heathen object in his hand, a scrimshaw turtle
made of ivory. There was a nick in its beak and a scratch in the shape of a
question mark on its back, but otherwise it was a beautiful thing.
Beautiful and powerful. He could feel the power in his hand like volts.
"How lovely it is," he whispered to the boy who stood with him. "Is it the
Turtle Maturin? It is, isn't it?"
The boy was Jake Chambers, and he'd come a long loop in order to return almost
to his starting-place here in Manhattan. "I don't know," he said. "She calls it
the sköldpadda, and it may help us, but it can't kill the harriers that
are waiting for us in there." He nodded toward the Dixie Pig, wondering if he
meant Susannah or Mia when he used that all-purpo ... read full excerpt from: The Dark Tower VII: The Dark Tower ebook
