The Dark Tower II. The Drawing of the Three.
Prologue.
I'm still dreaming, he thought, but even in his current confused state this was a belief much too tempting to really be believed. He tried to get up again, almost made it, then fell back. The wave was breaking. There was no time again. He had to settle for moving in much the same way the creature on his right seemed to move: he dug up in with both hands and dragged his butt up the stony shingle, away from the wave.
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