The Dark Tower II. The Drawing of the Three.
The Prisoner.
Chapter 2. Eddie Dean. 2.
But it suddenly seemed those were not his own eyes in the mirror, not Eddie Dean's hazel, almost-green eyes that had melted so many hearts and allowed him to part so many pretty sets of legs during the last third of his twenty-one years, not his eyes but those of a stranger. Not hazel but a blue the color of fading Levis. Eyes that were chilly, precise, unexpected marvels of calibration. Bombardier's eyes.
Reflected in them he saw - clearly saw - a seagull swooping down over a breaking wave and snatching something from it.
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