The Dark — Tower

Around its base, the field of Can'-Ka No Rey was no longer filled with red roses. They had turned white, then translucent, then disappeared entirely. In their place grew teeth. Thousands of them, pushing up through the soil like jagged grave markers.

"The Man in Black?" Roland asked, his voice like grinding stones.

Roland didn't turn. He knew the voice of the boy, Jake, though the boy had been dead and reborn more times than Roland had fingers. Jake sat on a stump of petrified wood, tossing a gold coin that vanished every time it hit his palm. The Dark Tower

At the top of the Tower, the ringing stopped. A door, carved from the heart of a dying star, creaked open an inch.

As he reached the foot of the Tower, the first toll of the bell shook the ground. The sound wasn't metal on metal; it was the sound of a billion voices screaming "Goodbye" at once. Around its base, the field of Can'-Ka No

He stepped inside, and for the first time in a thousand years, the gunslinger felt the wind change direction.

Roland Deschain did not stop when the world ended; he simply adjusted his pace. Thousands of them, pushing up through the soil

"Worse," Jake said. "The Tower is shivering. It’s not just the beams anymore. Someone is ringing the bell at the top."