He who speaks without an attentive ear is mute.
Therefore, Constant Reader, this final book in the Dark Tower cycle is dedicated to you.

Long days and pleasant nights.

REPRODUCTION...

...REVELATION...

...REDEMPTION...

Plus, from what I read, one more.

Part One: The Little Red King( Dan-Tete)

I: Callahan and the Vampires
II: Lifted on the Wave
III: Eddie Makes a Call
IV: Dan-Tete
V: In the Jungle, The Mighty Jungle
VI: On Turtleback Lane
VII: Reunion

Part Two: Blue Heaven (Devar-Toi)

I: The Devar-Tete
II: The Watcher
III: The Shining Wire
IV: The Door Into Thunderclap
V: Steek-Tete
VI: The Master of Blue Heaven
VII: Ka-Shume
VIII: Notes from the Gingerbread House
IX: Tracks on the Path
X: The Last Palaver (Sheemie's Dream)
XI: The Attack on Algul Siento
XII: The Tet Breaks

Part Three: In This Haze of Green and Gold (Ves'-Ka Gan)

I: Mrs. Tassenbaum Drives South
II: Ves'-Ka Gan
III: New York Again (Roland Shows ID)
IV: Fedic (Two Views)

Part Four: The White Lands of Empathica (Dandelo)

I: The Thing Under the Castle
II: On Badlands Avenue
III: The Castle of the Crimson King
IV: Hides
V: Joe Collins of Odd's Lane
VI:Patrick Danville

Part Five: The Scarlet Field of Can'-Ka No Rey

I:The Sore and the Door (Goodbye, My Dear)
II: Mordred
III: The Crimson King and the Dark Tower
Epilogue: Susannah in New York

Coda: Found

Appendix Robert Browning "Childe Roland to the Dark Tower Came"

Author's Note

"Sai Earnshaw?" the taheen asked.
Dinky looked up, eyebrows raised in polite enquiry. His face, studded with a case of bad acne, bore the same polite no expression.
"I see you are reading The Magus," Finli said, almost shyly. "I myself am reading The Collector. Quite a coincidence!"
"If you say so," Dinky replied. His expression didn't change.
"I wonder what you think of Fowles? I am quite busy right now, but perhaps later we can discuss him."
Still wearing that politely expresionless expression, Dinky Earnshaw said, "Perhaps later you could take your copy of The Collector -hardcover, I hope- and stick it up your furry ass. Sideways."
Finli's hopeful smile disappeared. He gave a small but perfectly correct bow. "I'm sorry you feel that way, sai."
"The fuck outta here," Dinky said, and opened his book again. He raised it pointedly before his face.

"...And it's like that here. If the Breakers united, they could make a mental hammer that'd knock Prentiss and The Weasel and the taheen and the can-toi all the way into the next galaxy. Instead, there's no one but me, Stanley, and everyone's favorite super-breaker, the totally eventual Mr. Theodore Brautigan of Milford, Connecticut. Harvard Class of '20, Drama Society, Debate Club, editor of The Crimson, and -of course!- Phi Beta Crapper."
"Can we trust you three? Roland asked. The question sounded deceptively idle, little more than a time-passer.

Walter did not realize he had held onto some dim hope of escape even with the loathsome thing before him, reared up, the eyes staring at him with dull avidity while the mouth drooled, until he heard for the first time in a thousand years the name a boy from a farm in Delain had once answered to: Walter Padick. Walter, son of Sam the Miller in the Easter'd Barony. He who had run away at thirteen, had been raped in the ass by another wanderer a year later and yet somehow withstood the temptation to go crawling back home. Instead he had moved on towards his destiny.
Walter Padick.
At the sound of that voice, the man who had sometimes called himself Marten, Richard Fannin, Rudin Filaro, and Randall Flagg (among a great many others), gave over all hope except for the hope of dying well.