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THE TALISMAN Stephen King Peter Straub BALLANTINE BOOKS NEW YORK CONTENTS - photo 1


THE
TALISMAN

Stephen King
Peter Straub

BALLANTINE BOOKS NEW YORK

CONTENTS


Grateful acknowledgment is made to the following for permission to reprint copyrighted material:

Bourne Co. Music Publishers: Portions of lyrics from Whos Afraid of the Big Bad Wolf, by Frank E. Churchill and Ann Ronell. Copyright 1933 by Bourne Co. Copyright renewed.

Bourne Co. Music Publishers and Callicoon Music: Portions of lyrics from When the Red, Red Robin Goes Bob-Bob-Bobbing Along, music and lyrics by Harry Woods. Copyright 1926 by Bourne Co. and Callicoon Music. Copyright renewed.

CBS Songs, A Division of CBS, Inc.: Portions of lyrics from Reuben James, by Barry Etris and Alex Harvey. Copyright 1969 by UNART MUSIC CORPORATION. Rights assigned to CBS CATALOGUE PARTNERSHIP. All rights controlled and administered by CBS UNART CATALOG INC. All rights reserved. International copyright secured. An excerpt from The Wizard of Oz, lyric by E. Y. Harburg, music by Harold Arlen. Copyright 1938, renewed 1966, Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer Inc. Copyright 1939, renewed 1967 by Leo Feist, Inc. Rights assigned to CBS CATALOGUE PARTNERSHIP. All rights controlled and administered by CBS FEIST CATALOG INC. All rights reserved. International copyright secured.

Hudson Bay Music, Inc.: Portions of lyrics from Long Line Rider (Bobby Darin). Copyright 1968 by Alley Music Corporation and Trio Music Company, Inc. All rights administered by Hudson Bay Music, Inc. All rights reserved.

Jondora Music: Portions of lyrics from Run Through the Jungle, by John Fogarty. Copyright 1973 by Jondora Music, courtesy Fantasy, Inc., Berkeley, California.

Sanga Music Inc.: Portions of lyrics from Gotta Travel On, by Paul Clayton, David Lazar, Larry Ehrlich, and Tom Six. Copyright 1958, 1960 by Sanga Music Inc. All rights reserved.

This book is for

RUTH KING

ELVENA STRAUB


Well, when Tom and me got to the edge of the hilltop, we looked away down into the village and could see three or four lights twinkling, where there was sick folks, may be; and stars over us was sparkling ever so fine; and down by the village was the river, a whole mile broad, and awful still and grand.

MARK TWAIN, Huckleberry Finn

My new clothes was all greased up and clayey, and I was dog-tired.

MARK TWAIN, Huckleberry Finn

ONE

JACK LIGHTS OUT

The Alhambra Inn and Gardens

On September 15th, 1981, a boy named Jack Sawyer stood where the water and land come together, hands in the pockets of his jeans, looking out at the steady Atlantic. He was twelve years old and tall for his age. The sea-breeze swept back his brown hair, probably too long, from a fine, clear brow. He stood there, filled with the confused and painful emotions he had lived with for the last three monthssince the time when his mother had closed their house on Rodeo Drive in Los Angeles and, in a flurry of furniture, checks, and real-estate agents, rented an apartment on Central Park West. From that apartment they had fled to this quiet resort on New Hampshires tiny seacoast. Order and regularity had disappeared from Jacks world. His life seemed as shifting, as uncontrolled, as the heaving water before him. His mother was moving him through the world, twitching him from place to place; but what moved his mother?

His mother was running, running.

Jack turned around, looking up the empty beach first to the left, then to the right. To the left was Arcadia Funworld, an amusement park that ran all racket and roar from Memorial Day to Labor Day. It stood empty and still now, a heart between beats. The roller coaster was a scaffold against that featureless, overcast sky, the uprights and angled supports like strokes done in charcoal. Down there was his new friend, Speedy Parker, but the boy could not think about Speedy Parker now. To the right was the Alhambra Inn and Gardens, and that was where the boys thoughts relentlessly took him. On the day of their arrival Jack had momentarily thought hed seen a rainbow over its dormered and gambreled roof. A sign of sorts, a promise of better things. But there had been no rainbow. A weathervane spun right-left, left-right, caught in a crosswind. He had got out of their rented car, ignoring his mothers unspoken desire for him to do something about the luggage, and looked up. Above the spinning brass cock of the weathervane hung only a blank sky.

Open the trunk and get the bags, sonny boy, his mother had called to him. This broken-down old actress wants to check in and hunt down a drink.

An elementary martini, Jack had said.

Youre not so old, you were supposed to say. She was pushing herself effortfully off the carseat.

Youre not so old.

She gleamed at hima glimpse of the old, go-to-hell Lily Cavanaugh (Sawyer), queen of two decades worth of B movies. She straightened her back. Its going to be okay here, Jacky, she had said. Everythings going to be okay here. This is a good place.

A seagull drifted over the roof of the hotel, and for a second Jack had the disquieting sensation that the weathervane had taken flight.

Well get away from the phone calls for a while, right?

Sure, Jack had said. She wanted to hide from Uncle Morgan, she wanted no more wrangles with her dead husbands business partner, she wanted to crawl into bed with an elementary martini and hoist the covers over her head....

Mom, whats wrong with you?

There was too much death, the world was half-made of death. The gull cried out overhead.

Andelay, kid, andelay, his mother had said. Lets get into the Great Good Place.

Then, Jack had thought: At least theres always Uncle Tommy to help out in case things get really hairy.

But Uncle Tommy was already dead; it was just that the news was still on the other end of a lot of telephone wires.

The Alhambra hung out over the water, a great Victorian pile on gigantic granite blocks which seemed to merge almost seamlessly with the low headlanda jutting collarbone of granite here on the few scant miles of New Hampshire seacoast. The formal gardens on its landward side were barely visible from Jacks beachfront anglea dark green flip of hedge, that was all. The brass cock stood against the sky, quartering west by northwest. A plaque in the lobby announced that it was here, in 1838, that the Northern Methodist Conference had held the first of the great New England abolition rallies. Daniel Webster had spoken at fiery, inspired length. According to the plaque, Webster had said: From this day forward, know that slavery as an American institution has begun to sicken and must soon die in all our states and territorial lands.

So they had arrived, on that day last week which had ended the turmoil of their months in New York. In Arcadia Beach there were no lawyers employed by Morgan Sloat popping out of cars and waving papers which had to be signed, had to be filed, Mrs. Sawyer. In Arcadia Beach the telephones did not ring out from noon until three in the morning (Uncle Morgan appeared to forget that residents of Central Park West were not on California time). In fact the telephones in Arcadia Beach rang not at all.

On the way into the little resort town, his mother driving with squinty-eyed concentration, Jack had seen only one person on the streetsa mad old man desultorily pushing an empty shopping cart along a sidewalk. Above them was that blank gray sky, an uncomfortable sky. In total contrast to New York, here there was only the steady sound of the wind, hooting up deserted streets that looked much too wide with no traffic to fill them. Here were empty shops with signs in the windows saying OPEN WEEKENDS ONLY or, even worse, SEE YOU IN JUNE! There were a hundred empty parking places on the street before the Alhambra, empty tables in the Arcadia Tea and Jam Shoppe next door.

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