Do any of us, except in our dreams, truly expect to be reunited with our hearts' deepest loves, even when they leave us only for minutes, and on the most mundane of errands? No, not at all. Each time they go from our sight we in our secret hearts count them as dead. Having been given so much, we reason, how could we expect not to be brought as low as Lucifer for the staggering presumption of our love?

When King was two years old his father left the family under the pretense of "going to buy a pack of cigarettes" leaving his mother to raise King and his adopted older brother David by herself sometimes under great financial strain. " He sets out each day with a quota of 2000 words and will not stop writing until it is met. The eighth Dark Tower volume The Wind Through the Keyhole was publiStephen Kingd in 2012.

Henry Award. He has written nearly two hundred short stories most of which have been collected in nine collections of short fiction.