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The Sun Dog [Paperback]

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  • Category: Books
  • Author:  King, Stephen
  • Author:  King, Stephen
  • ISBN-10:  1982115424
  • ISBN-10:  1982115424
  • ISBN-13:  9781982115425
  • ISBN-13:  9781982115425
  • Publisher:  Scribner
  • Publisher:  Scribner
  • Pages:  208
  • Pages:  208
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Pub Date:  01-Jul-2018
  • Pub Date:  01-Jul-2018
  • SKU:  1982115424-11-MING
  • SKU:  1982115424-11-MING
  • Item ID: 102526337
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#1New York Timesbestselling author Stephen King’s novellaThe Sun Dog, published in his award-winning 1990 story collectionFour Past Midnight,now available for the first time as a standalone publication.

The dog is loose again. It is not sleeping. It is not lazy. It’s coming for you.

Kevin Delavan wants only one thing for his fifteenth birthday: a Polaroid Sun 660. There’s something wrong with his gift, though. No matter where Kevin Delevan aims the camera, it produces a photograph of an enormous, vicious dog. In each successive picture, the menacing creature draws nearer to the flat surface of the Polaroid film as if it intends to break through. When old Pop Merrill, the town’s sharpest trader, gets wind of this phenomenon, he envisions a way to profit from it. But the Sun Dog, a beast that shouldn’t exist at all, turns out to be a very dangerous investment.The Sun Dog

CHAPTER ONE


September 15th was Kevin’s birthday, and he got exactly what he wanted: a Sun.

The Kevin in question was Kevin Delevan, the birthday was his fifteenth, and the Sun was a Sun 660, a Polaroid camera which does everything for the novice photographer except make bologna sandwiches.

There were other gifts, of course; his sister, Meg, gave him a pair of mittens she had knitted herself, there was ten dollars from his grandmother in Des Moines, and his Aunt Hilda sent—as she always did—a string tie with a horrible clasp. She had sent the first of these when Kevin was three, which meant he already had twelve unused string ties with horrible clasps in a drawer of his bureau, to which this would be added—lucky thirteen. He had never worn any of them but was not allowed to throw them away. Aunt Hilda lived in Portland. Shl3œ

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