With an eye and clad fist

I wake up with French kiss in the mornings

Whilst a marching band

Keeps his own beat in my head

While we're talking

About all the things That I long to believe about love the truth

that you need to be in the truth and the truth is

baby you're all that I need.

Hello everyone and welcome to the Stephen King cast, One Man's Musings on the Works of Stephen King. Each week I will review one entry in the bibliography of Stephen King in the chronological order of publication, and this week we come to the clearing at the end of the path.

Over 100 episodes have led to this moment.

In real time, in the book's publication, this review symbolizes a 22-year journey that led to the moment of September 21st, 2004,

when audiences worldwide saw the conclusion of a series that had at that point comprised of six publications

with at least six more tie-in novels that comprised of 5,293 pages.

22 years in which the audience, the constant reader, dreamed about this moment of driving to the bookstore to pluck from its shelves a book that was not a book, but a doorway

that would, one final time, allow us to enter into a magical, fantastic, strange, dangerous,

familiar, unrecognizable world filled with robots, monsters, devils, witches, ghosts, spirits,

old friends, and an even older warrior, the man who had crossed multiple worlds, multiple times,

loved greatly, lost more, the complicated, tragic character of Roland, the last gunslinger, as he finally reaches the Dark Tower.

As I've stayed many times before, the Dark Tower was an incredible journey for me as a reader.

I began it as a teen and I ended it as an adult and the years and the months

built up to the moment where I went to the bookstore and hoisted this massive novel from

the shelf. I was caught between a desire to consume and to fast. I couldn't wait to finish it,

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