The Dark Tower II. The Drawing of the Three.
Prologue.
"No, bastard!" Roland snarled, and kicked it. It was like kicking a block of rock... one that bit. It tore away the end of Roland's right boot, tore away most of his great toe, tore the boot itself from his foot.
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