This is my homage to Stephen King's Dark Tower series, since the last book is coming out next week after over 30 years. This is the Wizard's Rainbow:
Originally Posted by Excerpt from Wizard And Glass(Dark Tower IV)
"Not all the old stories are true, but I think that of Maerlyn's Rainbow
replied. "It's said that once there were thirteen glass balls in it—one
for each of the
Twelve Guardians, and one representing the nexus-point of the Beams."
"One for the Tower," Roland said in a low voice, feeling gooseflesh. "One
"Aye, Thirteen it was called when I was a boy. We'd tell stories about the
ball around the fire sometimes, and scare ourselves silly . . . unless
caught us at it. My own da said it wasn't wise to talk about Thirteen, for
hear its name called and roll your way. But Black Thirteen doesn't matter
three ... not now, at least. No, it's the pink one. Maerlyn's Grapefruit."
It was impossible to tell how serious he was ... or if he was serious at all.
"If the other balls in the Wizard's Rainbow did exist, most are broken
things never stay in one place or one pair of hands for long, you know,
enchanted glass has a way of breaking. Yet at least three or four bends o'
Rainbow may still be rolling around this sad world of ours. The blue, almost
certainly. A desert tribe of slow mutants—
the Total Hogs, they called
themselves—had that one less than fifty years ago, although it's slipped
again since. The green and the orange are reputed to be in Lud and Dis,
respectively. And, just maybe, the pink one."
"What exactly do they do?" Roland asked. "What are they good for?"
"For seeing. Some colors of the Wizard's Rainbow are reputed to look into the
future. Others look into the other worlds—those where the demons live, those
where the Old People are supposed to have gone when they left our world.
may also show the location of the secret doors which pass between the worlds.
Other colors, they say, can look far in our own world, and see things
as soon keep secret. They never see the good; only the ill. How much of
true and how much is myth no one knows for sure."
He looked at them, his smile fading.
"But this we do know: John Farson is said to have a talisman, something
glows in his tent late at night ... sometimes before battles, sometimes
movements of troop and horse, sometimes before momentous decisions are
announced. And it glows pink."
"Maybe he has an electric light and puts a pink scarf over it when he prays,"
Cuthbert said. He looked around at his friends, a little defensively. "I'm
there are people who do that."
"Perhaps," Roland's father said. "Perhaps that's all it is, or something
perhaps it's a good deal more. All I can say of my own knowledge
is that he keeps
beating us, he keeps slipping away from us, and he keeps turning up where
least expected. If the magic is in him and not in some talisman he owns,