Okay, what I’m about to admit is quite scary, maybe even a little bit shameful, and especially during this month of hauntings, haints, and hellhounds, but I have never in my life read a novel by Stephen King.
Yet, for as long as I can remember, the name “Stephen King” has haunted me, almost with a shine all its own. Not so much the name of this most famous of horror writers, but the imagery and design of the books he’s written. They had an uncanny way of making my imagination run amok, trying to piece together just from the covers what the stories that lay in wait between those covers were like. But I’ve only ever read brief snippets, and based on what I read, I was convinced that if the stories themselves wouldn’t thrill me to death, then the page count would surely kill me!
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JOHN T. TRIGONIS 