The Drawing of the Three
Stephen King, 1987
Fantasy HorrorScience fictionContemporary fiction
A gunslinger from a ruined world pulls three strangers from our own into his quest—and their lives become ammunition.
Feels like dread and wonder. About death.
A page from the book
A hard lesson in what to hold and what to let go.
Control the things you can control, maggot. Let everything else take a flying fuck at you and if you must go down, go down with your guns blazing. Stephen King.King began The Dark Tower after being struck by Robert Browning's poem 'Childe Roland'; the series took him decades to finish.
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- What is The Drawing of the Three like?
- Feels like dread and wonder. About death.
- What should I read after The Drawing of the Three?
- If you liked The Drawing of the Three, try The Wife Upstairs (Freida McFadden), The Long Walk (Richard Bachman) and Daisy Darker (Alice Feeney).
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Some houses are haunted by things that are too alive.
I can’t say to him what I’m really thinking, which is that this house gives me the creeps. Maybe Victoria loved it here, but I don’t. And for that matter, his wife gives me the creeps too. There’s something about her and that blank expression that terrifies me. It’s an awful thing to say about a woman who has been through something horrible, but I can’t help it.
The Wife Upstairs · Freida McFadden
The seductive idea of death as a silent library where nothing is asked of you.
Garraty wondered how it would be, to lie in the biggest, dustiest library silence of all, dreaming endless, thoughtless dreams behind your gummed-down eyelids, dressed forever in your Sunday suit. No worries about money, success, fear, joy, pain, sorrow, sex, or love. Absolute zero. No father, mother, girlfriend, lover. The dead are orphans. No company but the silence like a moth’s wing. An end to the agony of movement, to the long nightmare of going down the road. The body in peace, stillness, and order. The perfect darkness of death. How would that be? Just how would that be?
The Long Walk · Richard Bachman
What makes a place a home is who you come back to.
Graham returned to the table. He was afraid that this was how he would remember the end of Sugarloaf Key-ice melting in two tea glasses and paper napkins fluttering off the redwood table in the breeze and Molly and Willy far down the beach.
Red Dragon · Thomas Harris
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