The master of horror is coming to Seattle.
Stephen King is the absolute monarch of the genre. For his full body of work—from Carrie (1974) to The Dark Tower series (1999-2004)—King won the National Book Foundation’s 2003 Medal for Distinguished Contribution to American Letters, the first horror writer to receive the honor. While reveling in chilling your spine, King seeks first and foremost to move readers: “I want to make a connection with them that is emotional,” he declares. “I want them to sweat a little, laugh a little, and even cry.”
Excerpt from Bag of Bones (1998)The sobbing began again—the sound of a terrified child. At the same moment my mouth and nose once more filled with the iron taste of the lake. I put one hand to my throat, gagging and frightened, then leaned over the sink and spat. It was as it had been before—instead of voiding a gush of water, nothing came out but a little spit. The waterlogged feeling was gone as if it had never been there.
I stayed where I was, grasping the counter and bent over the sink, probably looking like a drunk who has finished the party by upchucking most of the night’s bottled cheer. I felt like that, too—stunned and bleary, too overloaded to really understand what was going on.
At last I straightened up again, took the towel folded over the dishwasher’s handle, and wiped my face with it. There was tea in the fridge, and I wanted a tall, ice-choked glass of it in the worst way. I reached for the doorhandle and froze. The fruit and vegetable magnets were drawn into a circle again. In the center was this:
help im drown
Selected WorkLisey’s Story (2006)Dreamcatcher (2001)Bag of Bones (1998)The Green Mile (1996-2000)Desperation (1996)Delores Claibourne (1992)Salem’s Lot (1975)LinksAuthor’s Website