Stephen King The Shining Book Novels & Stories

but i’ll let this one go if you give up on the book jackson101: the shining’s not that good. why do you want it? ladyvera: excuse me?! it is one of the best books ever written by Stephen King! jackson101: let’s just say we have different tastes.. ladyvera: i don’t care about your tastes. give it up if you don’t like it anyway. why bid? jackson101: it’s fun :) ladyvera: give it up jackson101: only if you say please

Bjorn held the lamp like a club, ready to bash whoever, or whatever, came through the front door. But he noticed that the light in the room was growing. It was finally sunrise, and he had survived the night! Or at least, he was close to surviving it. He stood anxiously waiting and watching the door, breathing hard but starting to ease with each second that ticked by. The sun was coming up. The pounding on the door had abruptly stopped in time with the growing dawn. He heard a scuttling of footsteps on the patio, then the creaky wooden stairs jostled mightily as several bodies pounded down them and into the early morning light.

"Oh. Yes. I’ve read it three times, but I find comfort in the end of the world sometimes. It makes my own feel... manageable." A genuine, boyish grin broke across his face. It was the first one I had seen that didn't feel like he wanted to hurt someone. "I’m more of a THE SHINING man, myself.” My heard perked up. “You’re serious?” “Why wouldn’t I be?” I laughed, a small, genuine sound that surprised both of us. "Nathaniel, you like Stephen King? I pictured the Valak men reading war manifestos or ledgers of their enemies."

“What the bloody hell is that?” I moved away from Ryker, my eyes were solely fixated on the book. Wiping away the shattered glasses, I did not care if it would hurt me. Once it was clean, I read the book to Ryker. “It is the Book of The Damned.” All I wanted was to get a hold of that book and satisfy my curiosity but when I did, I could feel the power surging from the book, my hands were painfully attached to it. Then the book opened, forcing my palm to hold it up the pages started to flip rapidly. So many images flashed through my mind but none of which I recalled. The book slammed shut and I blinked. I turned to Ryker and swallowed before finding my voice to speak, “Did you see that?”

'Book forty-three of the Kingsmen Chronicles. He leaned the book back towards him and pulled it from the shelf with grace. He smiled as he looked at it in his hand, his eyes carefully considering the intricate pattern of the gold decorating the cover. Gingerly, he cracked it open, leading through the pages until at last he found the desired portion. "The light shines in the darkness and the darkness has not laid hold of it," he read aloud, proclaiming the fate of the nations.

Sam stood silent by the sedan,“No devices past here.” I shook my head. “Nothing left to burn.” Freedom needs no signal. Twelve hours of sun. A vampire’s grave. My sanctuary. I adjusted the strap of my medical case—empty yesterday, full of purpose today. This heat doesn’t blister me. It fuels me. These children don’t see a vampire. They see hope. I stepped onto the cracked earth, and took the first breath of my new life. Not running from him. Running toward them. New York. The ceremony.

But just as we were about to reach her, her head snapped forward, her body trembling violently. "Don’t come any closer!" She shouted, her voice filled with agony. Stephen and I froze, our steps faltering as an overwhelming sense of dread settled over me. The same suffocating fear I had felt when I first saw the shadow return, gnawing at me with its cold, merciless grip. She lifted her head again, her voice once more soft and gentle. "I know you must be wondering… why I’ve covered myself in shadows, why I look like this. Don’t worry, it’s not going to take my life… I won’t leave you…"

"So you can try, see if I dare to do it or not?" Mrs. Jennifer resisted Bertha's cold, cruel eyes, she was completely speechless. — In the book room. Shane is on the top floor of the bookshelf, he is looking for books to help Mr. Tabitha. "Is it this book? Or is it that book?" Mr. Tabitha wore farsighted glasses, her eyes staring at the bookshelf: "The book is in the middle." Shane took it down, he gave it to him with both hands.

I’d picked up a few new Stephen King novels last month at the used book sale at Bassler Memorial Library, so I figured on starting one of them. So I was surprised to find myself sitting up in my chair, blinking as if coming out of a long sleep, with The Way open in my lap, reading about “invoking the spirit of Ah-Tzenul through the nourishment of the sow’s blood.” I sat there and stared at The Way, wondering how the hell I’d gone and read it when I’d wanted to read something else. Also, how could I sit there for a whole hour and a half reading without remembering what I’d read!

I pull back with a gasp, but no one else seems to notice the golden glow that is beginning to permeate through the book. I look up at the men. “Do you see that?” I whisper as the words begin to shift, and the writing begins to change. They all shake their heads and gaze down at the book intently. Creighton looks back at me in question. “What do you see?” I shake my head as I try to form words. I’m sure I look like a gaping fish. “I…I…the book is glowing, and the words are changing into…” I have to stop because my body begins to get cold, and my vision begins to dim. The glow intensifies and spills out of the book, moving like dribbling water in my direction. I try to back away, but it’s like