Firestarter
Stephen King
Language: English
Pages: 416
ISBN: 0451167805
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Innocence and beauty ignite with evil and terror...
First, a man and a woman are subjects of a top-secret government experiment designed to produce extraordinary psychic powers.
Then, they are married and have a child. A daughter.
Early on the daughter shows signs of a wild and horrifying force growing within her. Desperately, her parents try to train her to keep that force in check, to “act normal.”
Now the government wants its brainchild back—for its own insane ends.
watching the monitors when Cap paid his visit to Charlie the night before. 'I want to see the videotapes,' Rainbird said. Neary didn't argue. He set Rainbird up in a small room down the hall with the Sunday tapes and a Sony deck complete with close-up and freeze-frame features. Neary was glad to be rid of him and only hoped that Rainbird wouldn't be coming back and wanting something else. The girl was bad enough. Rainbird, in his own reptilian way, was somehow worse. The tapes were three-hour
feeling again, like an acid flash. Nothing fun about it; it was sickening, and a moan escaped his throat, as delicate as a silver strand of spiderweb. The bloodstain was there, comma-black in the moon's uneasy light. A printed legend that had undoubtedly read CORPUS CALLOSUM before this weekend's experiment now read COR OSUM, the comma-shaped stain intervening. Such a small thing. Such a huge thing. He stood in the dark, looking at it, starting to shake for real. How much of it did this make
then his wife had died. Well, some things are bigger than both of us, and other things are bigger than all of us. Things like the Shop, for instance. Thud, thud thud riderless black horse coming on, coming on, and coming on: behold, a black horse. Andy slept. And remembered. 2 The man in charge of the experiment was Dr. Wanless. He was fat and balding and had at least one rather bizarre habit. 'We're going to give each of you twelve young ladies and gentlemen an injection,' he said,
mind at all. It meant that no one had been down here. 'Will there be electricity, Daddy?' Charlie asked. 'No,' he said, 'and no phone, either. We don't dare get the electricity turned on, kiddo. It'd be like holding up a sign saying HERE WE ARE. But there are kerosene lamps and two range-oil drums. If the stuff hasn't been ripped off, that is.' That worried him a little. Since the last time they'd been down here, the price of range oil had gone up enough to make the theft worthwhile, he
late summer campus drowsing through the last week of the final summer session. He raised a hand to Ev, Bill, and Don as he hurried out. He had not seen any of them since that day. He stopped on the Union's lower level, let himself into a telephone booth, and called home. There was no answer. No real reason why there should have been; with Charlie at the Dugans, Vicky could have been out shopping, having her hair done, she could have been over at Tammy Upmore's house or even having lunch with