We got to our building and the elevator was still broken. When you’re little and it’s your mom, you say okay to everything. “You don’t talk to anybody about this,” she said to me later that day. Which must have been sort of a relief and sort of not. The day I’m telling you about was the one when she decided for sure I wasn’t crazy after all. She thought she might be raising a crazy kid. Later on I found out part of the reason was me. I loved it when I could make my mother grin because even at six I knew that she took the world very serious. So I go yeah yeah yeah, which earned me a poke and a grin. Also, “You play or watch Barney and The Magic Schoolbus when we get home, kiddo, I’ve got like a zillion calls to make.” You knew that, right?” We were almost to our building by then. I said, “I used Forest Green because it’s my favorite color. It used to be her brother, my Uncle Harry, but Mom took over his business a year before the time I’m telling you about. ![]() She was probably thinking about one of the books she was trying to sell. I showed mine to Mom and she’s all yeah yeah yeah, right right right, totally great, but I don’t think she ever really saw it. When it came to the head, you were on your own. What you did, see, was put your hand on a piece of construction paper and then trace around it with a crayon. I was so proud of mine I was practically shitting nickels. In the other hand I clutched my turkey, the ones we made in first grade the week before Thanksgiving. I was coming home from school with my mother. Later-and not much later-I found out it was more like the stuff that comes out of the cat’s ass. My name is Jamie Conklin, and once upon a time I drew a Thanksgiving turkey that I thought was the absolute cat’s ass. I’m twenty-two now, which makes this later, right? I suppose when I’m in my forties-always assuming I make it that far-I’ll look back on what I thought I understood at twenty-two and realize there was a lot I didn’t get at all. The word is later, as in “Later on” and “Later I found out” and “It was only later that I realized.” I know it’s repetitive, but I had no choice, because my story starts when I still believed in Santa Claus and the Tooth Fairy (although even at six I had my doubts). I learned a lot of four-letter words from my mother and used them from an early age (as you will find out), but this is one with five letters. King fans are in for a treat.I don’t like to start with an apology-there’s probably even a rule against it, like never ending a sentence with a preposition -but after reading over the thirty pages I’ve written so far, I feel like I have to. ![]() Gory and unnerving, this twisty chiller has sufficient sins and revelations to keep readers pursuing the action to its breathless conclusion. Inevitably, perhaps, Jamie's virtuous deeds expose him to heinous things no boy should see and bring wrath and vengeance and cruelty upon him. Liz Dutton, who pressures Jamie to aid her in bringing an end to a notorious mass bomber's 18-year reign of terror. More often, though, it's a curse, slyly capitalized on by Tia's girlfriend, NYPD Det. ![]() His gift is sometimes a blessing, as when his protective mother, Tia, an industrious literary agent whose company is on the verge of bankruptcy, exploits his talent for monetary gain, cementing her bestselling client's legacy in the process. For as long as he can remember, 13-year-old Jamie Conklin has been able to see dead people, and images of bloody homicide victims and grotesquely disfigured casualties of traffic accidents haunt him. MWA Grand Master King (The Outsider) demonstrates that no good deed goes unpunished in this gruesome yet mesmerizing paranormal coming-of-age story. With echoes of King’s classic novel It, LATER is a powerful, haunting, unforgettable exploration of what it takes to stand up to evil in all the faces it wears. LATER is Stephen King at his finest, a terrifying and touching story of innocence lost and the trials that test our sense of right and wrong. But the cost of using this ability is higher than Jamie can imagine – as he discovers when an NYPD detective draws him into the pursuit of a killer who has threatened to strike from beyond the grave. Born with an unnatural ability his mom urges him to keep secret, Jamie can see what no one else can see and learn what no one else can learn. ![]() The son of a struggling single mother, Jamie Conklin just wants an ordinary childhood. #1 bestselling author Stephen King returns with a brand-new novel about the secrets we keep buried and the cost of unearthing them. “Part detective tale, part thriller…touching and genuine.” - The New York Times
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