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by Vicki Coghill and Stephen King

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Author:
Vicki Coghill and Stephen King
ISBN13:
978-0439208383
ISBN:
0439208386
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Scholastic (2000)
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Stephen King’s apocalyptic vision of a world blasted by plague and tangled .

Stephen King’s apocalyptic vision of a world blasted by plague and tangled in an elemental struggle between good and evil remains as riveting and eerily plausible as when it was first published Finally, he settles in a New Hampshire town, an AA community that sustains him, and a job at a nursing home where his remnant "shining" power provides the crucial final comfort to the dying. Aided by a prescient cat, he becomes "Doctor Sleep. New to Pocket Books' Stephen King backlist-the short story collection containing the story "Dolan's Cadillac," soon to be released as a feature film starring Christian Slater and Wes Bentley.

Stephen Edwin King (born September 21, 1947) is an American author of horror, supernatural fiction, suspense, and fantasy novels. His books have sold more than 350 million copies, many of which have been adapted into feature films, miniseries, television series, and comic books. King has published 61 novels (including seven under the pen name Richard Bachman) and six non-fiction books. He has written approximately 200 short stories, most of which have been published in book collections.

Stephen Edward King (born 21 September 1947) is an American author best known for his enormously popular horror novels. King was the 2003 recipient of The National Book Foundation. His mother, Nellie Ruth Pillsbury, raised King and his adopted older brother David by herself, sometimes under great financial strain.

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King John was not a good man-. He had his little ways. And sometimes no one spoke to him. For days and days and days. And men who came across him, When walking in the town, Gave him a supercilious stare

King John was not a good man-. And men who came across him, When walking in the town, Gave him a supercilious stare, Or passed with noses in the air-. And bad King John stood dumbly there, Blushing beneath his crown. King John was not a good man, And no good friends had he. He stayed in every afternoon.

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I think Stephen King books manage to appeal both to people who have experienced the tyranny and joy of the small town, as well as people who have known rootlessness in its many forms (not, of course.

I think Stephen King books manage to appeal both to people who have experienced the tyranny and joy of the small town, as well as people who have known rootlessness in its many forms (not, of course, that the two are mutually exclusive). People in Stephen King novels are forever coming back to their hometowns after years away; no matter how long they are gone, they still know their physical and emotional topography.

What Stephen King Says: "Scared the living hell out of me, and I'm pretty . What Stephen King Says: "Hypnotic and scary.

What Stephen King Says: "Scared the living hell out of me, and I'm pretty hard to scare. A little Ira Levin, a little Patricia Highsmith, and plenty of serious snark. What do you do when a town called Niceville becomes something not so nice? Ask Nick Kavanaugh, a cop must investigate both a robbery and a disappearance. But Nick has a dark side of his own, and as he and his wife look further into these crimes, they stumble onto a shadow world which has a different idea of justice. Something is wrong in Niceville, and readers won't be able to put this book down until they find out what.

Out of town the houses were farms that stood far apart from each other, and from December until the middle of March we mostly hunkered down in the little pockets of stove warmth we called families

Out of town the houses were farms that stood far apart from each other, and from December until the middle of March we mostly hunkered down in the little pockets of stove warmth we called families. That day Dad wanted me to lug wood for the cookstove, weed the beans and the cukes, pitch hay out of the loft, get two jugs of water to put in the cold pantry, and scrape as much old paint off the cellar bulkhead as I could. Then, he said, I could go fishing, if I didn’t mind going by myself-he had to go over and see Bill Eversham about some cows. I said I sure didn’t mind going by myself, and my dad smiled as if that didn’t surprise him so very much.