Chapter Three

Back in Arnette, Norm Bruett, one of the many doomed souls we met back in the first chapter, is another great King archetype—casual abusive bigot who only exists to rack up the body count. Continue reading →

In which humanity is now completely screwed over.

I have to make a note of the opening epitaphs to the novel itself, since this is one of King’s big trademarks. “Don’t Fear the Reaper” is kinda obvious given the whole theme of the book Continue reading →