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Summary à The Mist ✓ E-book, or Kindle E-pub Stephen King is the author ofthanfifty books all of them worldwide bestsellersHis recent work includes The Outsider Sleeping Beauties cowritten with his son Owen King the short story collection The Bazaar of Bad Dreams the Bill Hodges trilogyEnd of Watch FindersKeepersand Mr Mercedes an Edgar Award winnerfor Best Novel and now an ATT Audience Network original television series Doctor Sleep and Underthe Dome His novel a Hulu original television series eventwas named atop ten book of by TheNew York TimesBook Reviewand won theLos Angeles TimesBook Prize for Mystery Thriller His epic works The Dark Towerand Itare the basis formajor motion pictures He is the recipientof the PEN America Literary Service Award the National Medal of Arts and the National Book Foundation Medal forDistinguished Contribution to American LettersHe lives in Bangor Maine with his wifenovelist Tabitha KingThe Mist I The Coming of the Storm This is what happened On the night that the worst heat wave in northern New England history finally brokethe night of July the entire western Maine region was lashed with the most vicious thunderstorms I have ever seen We lived on Long Lake and we saw the first of the storms beating its way across the water toward us just before dark For an hour before the air had been utterly still The American flag that my father put up on our boathouse in lay limp against its pole Not even its hem fluttered The heat was like a solid thing and it seemed as deep as sullen uarry water That afternoon the three of us had gone swimming but the water was no relief unless you went out deep Neither Steffy nor I wanted to go deep because Billy couldnt Billy is five We ate a cold supper at five thirty picking listlessly at ham sandwiches and potato salad out on the deck that faces the lake Nobody seemed to want anything but Pepsi which was in a steel bucket of ice cubes After supper Billy went out back to play on his monkey bars for a while Steff and I sat without talking much smoking and looking across the sullen flat mirror of the lake to Harrison on the far side A few powerboats droned back and forth The evergreens over there looked dusty and beaten In the west great purple thunderheads were slowly building up massing like an army Lightning flashed inside them Next door Brent Nortons radio tuned to that classical music station that broadcasts from the top of Mount Washington sent out a loud bray of static each time the lightning flashed Norton was a lawyer from New Jersey and his place on Long Lake was only a summer cottage with no furnace or insulation Two years before we had a boundary dispute that finally wound up in county court I won Norton claimed I won because he was an out of towner There was no love lost between us Steff sighed and fanned the top of her breasts with the edge of her halter I doubted if it cooled her off much but it improved the view a lot I dont want to scare you I said but theres a bad storm on the way I think She looked at me doubtfully There were thunderheads last night and the night before David They just broke up They wont do that tonight No If it gets bad enough were going to go downstairs How bad do you think it can get My dad was the first to build a year round home on this side of the lake When he was hardlythan a kid he and his brothers put up a summer place where the house now stood and in a summer storm knocked it flat stone walls and all Only the boathouse escaped A year later he started the big house Its the trees that do the damage in a bad blow They get old and the wind knocks them over Its mother natures way of cleaning house periodically I dont really know I said truthfully enough I had only heard stories about the great storm of thirty eight But the wind can come off the lake like an express train Billy came back a while later complaining that the monkey bars were no fun because he was all sweated up I ruffled his hair and gave him another Pepsi More work for the dentist The thunderheads were getting closer pushing away the blue There was no doubt now that a storm was coming Norton had turned off his radio Billy sat between his mother and me watching the sky fascinated Thunder boomed rolling slowly across the lake and then echoing back again The clouds twisted and rolled now black now purple now veined now black again They gradually overspread the lake and I could see a delicate caul of rain extending down from them It was still a distance away As we watched it was proba.review å E-book, or Kindle E-pub Ò Stephen King
Summary à The Mist ✓ E-book, or Kindle E-pub The storm roar and bash at our house About twenty minutes later we heard a ripping rending crash as one of the big pines went down nearby Then there was a lull Is it over Steff asked Maybe I said Maybe only for a while We went upstairs each of us carrying a candle like monks going to vespers Billy carried his proudly and carefully Carrying a candle carrying the fire was a very big deal for him It helped him forget about being afraid It was too dark to see what damage had been done around the house It was past Billys bedtime but neither of us suggested putting him in We sat in the living room listened to the wind and looked at the lightning About an hour later it began to crank up again For three weeks the temperature had been over ninety and on six of those twenty one days the National Weather Service station at the Portland Jetport had reported temperatures of over one hundred degrees ueer weather Coupled with the grueling winter we had come through and the late spring some people had dragged out that old chestnut about the long range results of the fifties A bomb tests again That and of course the end of the world The oldest chestnut of them all The second suall wasnt so hard but we heard the crash of several trees weakened by the first onslaught As the wind began to die down again one thudded heavily on the roof like a fist dropped on a coffin lid Billy jumped and looked apprehensively upward Itll hold champ I said Billy smiled nervously Around ten oclock the last suall came It was bad The wind howled almost as loudly as it had the first time and lightning seemed to be flashing all around us More trees fell and there was a splintering crash down by the water that made Steff utter a low cry Billy had gone to sleep on her lap David what was that I think it was the boathouse Oh Oh Jesus Steffy I want us to go downstairs again I took Billy in my arms and stood up with him Steffs eyes were big and frightened David are we going to be all right Yes Really Yes We went downstairs Ten minutes later as the final suall peaked there was a splintering crash from upstairsthe picture window So maybe my vision earlier hadnt been so crazy after all Steff who had been dozing woke up with a little shriek and Billy stirred uneasily in the guest bed The rain will come in she said Itll ruin the furniture If it does it does Its insured That doesnt make it any better she said in an upset scolding voice Your mothers dresserour new sofathe color TVShhh I said Go to sleep I cant she said and five minutes later she had I stayed awake for another half hour with one lit candle for company listening to the thunder walk and talk outside I had a feeling that there were going to be a lot of people from the lakefront communities calling their insurance agents in the morning a lot of chainsaws burring as cottage owners cut up the trees that had fallen on their roofs and battered through their windows and a lot of orange CMP trucks on the road The storm was fading now with no sign of a new suall coming in I went back upstairs leaving Steff and Billy on the bed and looked into the living room The sliding glass door had held But where the picture window had been there was now a jagged hole stuffed with birch leaves It was the top of the old tree that had stood by our outside basement access for as long as I could remember Looking at its top now visiting in our living room I could understand what Steff had meant by saying insurance didnt make it any better I had loved that tree It had been a hard campaigner of many winters the one tree on the lakeside of the house that was exempt from my own chainsaw Big chunks of glass on the rug reflected my candle flame over and over I reminded myself to warn Steff and Billy They would want to wear their slippers in here Both of them liked to slop around barefoot in the morning I went downstairs again All three of us slept together in the guest bed Billy between Steff and me I had a dream that I saw God walking across Harrison on the far side of the lake a God so gigantic that above the waist He was lost in a clear blue sky In the dream I could hear the rending crack and splinter of breaking trees as God stamped the woods into the shape of His footsteps He was circling the lake coming toward the Bridgton side toward us and all the houses and cottages and summer places were bursting into purple white flame like lightning and soon the smoke covered everything The smoke covered everything like a mist.
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Summary à The Mist ✓ E-book, or Kindle E-pub Bly raining on Bolsters Mills or maybe even Norway The air began to move jerkily at first lifting the flag and then dropping it again It began to freshen and grew steady first cooling the perspiration on our bodies and then seeming to freeze it That was when I saw the silver veil rolling across the lake It blotted out Harrison in seconds and then came straight at us The powerboats had vacated the scene Billy stood up from his chair which was a miniature replica of our directors chairs complete with his name printed on the back Daddy Look Lets go in I said I stood up and put my arm around his shoulders But do you see it Dad what is it A water cyclone Lets go in Steff threw a uick startled glance at my face and then said Come on Billy Do what your father says We went in through the sliding glass doors that give on the living room I slid the door shut on its track and paused for another look out The silver veil was three uarters of the way across the lake It had resolved itself into a crazily spinning teacup between the lowering black sky and the surface of the water which had gone the color of lead streaked with white chrome The lake had begun to look eerily like the ocean with high waves rolling in and sending spume up from the docks and breakwaters Out in the middle big whitecaps were tossing their heads back and forth Watching the water cyclone was hypnotic It was nearly on top of us when lightning flashed so brightly that it printed everything on my eyes in negative for thirty seconds afterward The telephone gave out a startled ting and I turned to see my wife and son standing directly in front of the big picture window that gives us a panoramic view of the lake to the northwest One of those terrible visions came to meI think they are reserved exclusively for husbands and fathersof the picture window blowing in with a low hard coughing sound and sending jagged arrows of glass into my wifes bare stomach into my boys face and neck The horrors of the Inuisition are nothing compared to the fates your mind can imagine for your loved ones I grabbed them both hard and jerked them away What the hell are you doing Get away from there Steff gave me a startled glance Billy only looked at me as if he had been partially awakened from a deep dream I led them into the kitchen and hit the light switch The phone ting a linged again Then the wind came It was as if the house had taken off like a It was a high breathless whistling sometimes deepening to a bass roar before glissading up to a whooping scream Go downstairs I told Steff and now I had to shout to make myself heard Directly over the house thunder whacked mammoth planks together and Billy shrank against my leg You come too Steff yelled back I nodded and made shooing gestures I had to pry Billy off my leg Go with your mother I want to get some candles in case the lights go off He went with her and I started opening cabinets Candles are funny things you know You lay them by every spring knowing that a summer storm may knock out the power And when the time comes they hide I was pawing through the fourth cabinet past the half ounce of grass that Steff and I bought four years ago and had still not smoked much of past Billys wind up set of chattering teeth from the Auburn Novelty Shop past the drifts of photos Steffy kept forgetting to glue in our album I looked under a Sears catalogue and behind a Kewpie doll from Taiwan that I had won at the Fryeburg Fair knocking over wooden milk bottles with tennis balls I found the candles behind the Kewpie doll with its glazed dead mans eyes They were still wrapped in their cellophane As my hand closed around them the lights went out and the only electricity was the stuff in the sky The dining room was lit in a series of shutterflashes that were white and purple Downstairs I heard Billy start to cry and the low murmur of Steff soothing him I had to have onelook at the storm The water cyclone had either passed us or broken up when it reached the shoreline but I still couldnt see twenty yards out onto the lake The water was in complete turmoil I saw someones dockthe Jassers maybehurry by with its main supports alternately turned up to the sky and buried in the churning water I went downstairs Billy ran to me and clung to my legs I lifted him up and gave him a hug Then I lit the candles We sat in the guest room down the hall from my little studio and looked at each others faces in the flickering yellow glow and listened to.
- The Mist
- Stephen King
- 02 November 2018