The gunslinger came alone to the endless shore of the Western sea, here to find, amid the menace of the flesh eating lobstrosities, the doorways between void and void through which he must draw the three, Three from our world the Prisoner, trapped between dread and desire the Lady of Shadows, who herself is three the Pusher, instrument of death and salvation Roland is no longer the last gunslinger, but one of the last three, who will sing their names from the dark tower