She knew with suddeness and ease that this moment would be with her always, within hand's reach of memory. She doubted if they all sensed it - they had seen the world - but even George was silent for a minute as they looked, and the scene, the smell, even the sound of the band playing a faintly recognisable movie theme, was locked forever in her, and she was at peace.

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.