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The main characters of The Gunslinger: The Dark Tower I novel are Jake Chambers, Roland Deschain. The book has been awarded with Booker Prize, Edgar Awards and many others.
One of the Best Works of Stephen King. published in multiple languages including English, consists of 213 pages and is available in Mass Market Paperback format for offline reading.
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|Book Format:||Mass Market Paperback|
|Original Title:||The Gunslinger: The Dark Tower I|
|Number Of Pages:||213 pages|
|First Published in:||June 1st 1982|
|Series:||The Dark Tower #1|
|Generes:||Fantasy, Fiction, Horror, Science Fiction, Westerns, Adventure, Audiobook, Science Fiction Fantasy, Thriller, Apocalyptic, Post Apocalyptic,|
|Main Characters:||Jake Chambers, Roland Deschain|
|Formats:||audible mp3, ePUB(Android), kindle, and audiobook.|
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Roland shook his head slowly. There was a lesson here, he realized, not a shining thing but something that was old and rusty and misshapen. It was why their fathers had let them come. And with his usual stubborn and inarticulate doggedness, Roland laid mental hands on whatever it was.
“You can, Bert.”
“I won’t sleep tonight”
“Then you won’t,” Roland said, not seeing what that had to do with it Cuthbert suddenly seized Roland’s hand and looked at him with such mute agony that Roland’s own doubt came back, and he wished sickly that they had never gone to the west kitchen that night His father had been right Better every man, woman, and child in Farson than this.
But whatever the lesson was, rusty, half-buried thing, he would not let it go or give up his grip on it
“Let’s not go up,” Cuthbert said. “We’ve seen everything.”
And Roland nodded reluctantly, feeling his grip on that thing — whatever it was — weaken. Cort, he knew, would have knocked them both sprawling and then forced them up to the platform step by cursing step . . . and sniffing fresh blood back up their noses as they went Cort would probably have looped new hemp over the yardarm itself and put the noose around each of their necks in turn, would have made them stand on the trap to feel it; and Cort would have been ready to strike them again if either wept or lost control of his bladder. And Cort, of course, would have been right For the first time in his life, Roland found himself hating his own childhood. He wished for the size and calluses and sureness of age.
He deliberately pried a splinter from the railing and placed it in his breast pocket before turning away.
“Why did you do that?” Cuthbert asked.
He wished to answer something swaggering: Oh, the luck of the gallows . . . but he only looked at Cuthbert and shook his head. “Just so I’ll have it,” he said. “Always have it”
They walked away from the gallows, sat down, and waited. In an hour or so the first of them began to gather, mostly families who had come in broken-down wagons and shays, carrying their breakfasts with them — hampers of cold pancakes folded over fillings of wild strawberry jam. Roland felt his stomach g