Calling it a simple schoolgirl crush was like saying a Rolls-Royce was a vehicle with four wheels, something like a hay-wagon. She did not giggle wildly and blush when she saw him, nor did she chalk his name on trees or write it on the walls of the Kissing Bridge. She simply lived with his face in her heart all the time, a kind of sweet, hurtful ache. She would have died for him..

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.