The Regulators
Stephen King
Language: English
Pages: 464
ISBN: 1501143751
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Now available for the first time in a mass market premium edition—master storyteller Stephen King presents the classic, terrifying New York Times bestseller of those caught between the surreal forces of good versus evil in a small suburban town.
“The red van rolls past…humming and glinting.…Things are happening fast now, although no one on Poplar Street realizes it yet.”
It’s a gorgeous midsummer afternoon along Poplar Street in the peaceful suburbia of Wentwort, Ohio, where life is as pleasant as you ever dreamed it could be. But that’s all about to end in blaze of gunfire and sudden violence, forever shattering the tranquility and the good times here. For the physical makeup of Poplar Street itself is now being transformed into a surreal landscape straight out of the active imagination of the innocent and vulnerable Seth Garin—an autistic boy who’s been exposed to and possessed by a horrific, otherworldly force of evil, one with sadistic and murderous intent and who is willing to use whatever means necessary to grow ever stronger.
is Hendrix on the soundtrack, playing “Purple Haze.” Peter grabs her and Johnny sees Gary watching with a kind of frozen fascination, waiting for Peter to roll her body into his arms. Johnny can read Soderson’s thoughts as if they were printed on tickertape and running across his brow: What’s he going to make of it? When he rolls her over and her legs flop apart and he sees what he sees, what’s he going to make of it? Or maybe it’s no big deal, maybe she always goes around that way. “MARY!”
scratch or bite or any damn thing, so be careful. Marielle thrust herself away from the wall, swayed, steadied, and advanced on the old guy. She was once more holding her arm out in front of her, as if it were Exhibit A in a trial. Billingsley backed up a step, looking nervously from the barechested cop to Steve. “Give me some Demerol, you weasel!” she cried in her barking, exhausted voice. “You give it to me or I’ll choke you until you bark like a bloodhound! I’ll—” The cop nodded to Steve
retractable wings. It was like getting out of bed with one eye open and discovering a flying saucer has landed in your back yard. I couldn’t get my breath. I felt like someone had punched me in the stomach! At first when he told me it wasn’t there I didn’t understand what he meant, and then the sun came up a little more and I realized I could see the aspens behind our fence right through it. It really wasn’t there. But at the same time it was. “He’s showing us what he couldn’t tell us,” Herb
see the mine! Seth want to see the silver mine! Hoss! Little Joe! Adam! Hop Sing!” I busted out laughing at that, it’d been so long since I’d heard those names, but the rest of ’em didn’t. They just went on looking at that little boy like he was Jesus teaching the elders in the temple. “Well,” I says, “if you want to look at the Ponderosa Ranch, son, I believe you can, although it’s a good way west of here. And there’s mine-tours, too, some where they ride you right underground in a real ore
he went. That gave me a chill, but there was something else, something I saw after the Garin family had gone on its way to Garson, that gave me an even colder one. I’ll get to it in a bit. When we got to the foot of the embankment, I swapped seats with Jack and drove us up the equipment road, which is all nicely graveled and wider than some interstates. We crossed the top and went down the far side. They all oohed and aahed, and I guess it is a little more than just a hole in the ground. The pit