First Line of Stephen King Books Quiz by jp992751

first line of the book	Books
News item from westover (Me.) weekly Eterprise, August 19,1966:
He kept doing things without letting himself think about them.
The Gunslinger came awake from a confused dream which seemed to consist of a single image: that of the Sailor in the Tarot deck from which the man in black had dealt (or purported
Sure you have.
On September 15th, 1981, a boy named Jack Sawyer stood where the water and land come together, hands in the pockets of his jeans, looking out at the steady Atlantic.
Once upon a time, not so long ago, a monster came to the small town of Castle Rock, Maine.
umber whunnnn yerrnnnn umber whunnnn fayunnnn These sounds: even in the haze.
The man in black fled across the desert, and the gunslinger followed.
For want of a nail the knigdom was lost- that's how the catechism goes when you boil it down.
The world had teeth and it could bite you with them anytime it wanted.
The morning I got it on was nice; a nice May morning.
People's lives- their real lives, as opposed to their simple physical existences- begin at diffrent times.
What did you ask, Andy Bissette?
Right here and now, as an old friend used to say, we are in the fluid present, where clear-sightedness never guarantees perfect vision.
An old blue Ford pulled into the guarded parking lot that morning, looking like a small, tired dog after a hard run.
Jessie could hear the back door banging lightly, randomly, in the October breeze blowing around the house.
'ASK ME A RIDDLE,' Blaine invited.
To the public eye, the spouses of well-known writers are all but invisible, and no one knew it better than Lisey Landon.
No one- least of all Dr. Litchfield- came right out and told Ralph Roberts that his wife was going to die, but there came a time when Ralph understood without needing to be told.
Poplar Street/3:45 P.M./July 15, 1996 Summer's here.
She sits in the corner, trying to draw air out of a room which seemed to have plenty just a dew minutes ago and now seems to have none.
George was somewhere in the dark.

first line of the book	Books
This is the story of a lover's triangle, I suppose you'd say- Arnie Cunningham, Leigh Cabot, and, of course, Christine.
'How long will the magic stay?'
The event that came to be known as The Pulse began at 3:03 p.m., eastern standard time, on the afternoon of October 1.
Louis Creed, who had lost his father at three and who had never known a grandfather, never expected to find a father as he entered his middle age, but that was exactly what happene
Curt Wilcox's boy came around the barracks a lot the year after his father died, I mean a lot, but nobody ever told him get out of the way or asked him whar in hail he was doing th
On a very hot day in August of 1994, my wife told me she was going down to the Derry Rite Aid to pick up a refill on her sinus medicine prescription- this is the stuff you can buy
This happened in 1932, when the state penitentiary was still at Cold Mountain.
'Daddy, I'm tired,' the little girl in the red pants and the green blouse said fretfully.
After deciding he would get nothing of interest from the two old men who comprised the entire stadd of The Weekly Islander, the feature writer from the Boston Globe took a look at
Jack Torrance thought: Officious little prick.
Oh! Oh Jesus! Gross!
Almost everyone thought the man and the boy were father and son.
The terror, which would not end for another twenty-eight years- if it ever did end- began, so far as I know or can tell, with a boat made from a sheet of newspaper floating down a
She was squinting at the thermometer in the white light coming through the window.
'Thinner,' the old gypsy man with the rotting nose whispers to William Halleck as Halleck and his wife, Heidi, come out of the courthouse.
'Sally.'
It was her third time with live ammunition...and her first time on the draw from the holster Roland had rigged for her.
Once in a kingdom called Delain, there was a king with two sons.
From two thousand feet, where Claudette Sanders was taking a flying lesson, the town of Chester's Mill gleamed in the morning light like something freshly made and just set down.
From the East Oregonian, June 25th, 1947 FIRE CONTROL OFFICER SPOTS 'FLYING SAUCERS' Kenneth Arnold Reports 9 Disc-Shaped Objects 'Shiny, Silvery, Moved Incredibly Fast'
By the time he graduated from college, John Smith had forgotten all about the bad fall he took on the ice that January day in 1953.

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