Never was a man’s love of risk so beautifully amplified by his environment as Clark’s was in Silicon Valley.

You are young; you have hopes. One by one they will go, and nothing will be left but the bare fact of life.

An all-swallowing wave, not unlike a surf comber on a beach, was rushing up the boat deck, enveloping passengers, boats, and everything that lay in its path,” he wrote. A mass wail rose from those it engulfed. “All the despair, terror and anguish of hundreds of souls passing into eternity composed that awful cry.

Even after a thousand pages we don’t want to leave the world the writer has made for us, or the make-believe people who live there.

Written By Stephen King

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