Books: King of Horror

The Master of Pop Dread writes on . . . and on . . . and on . . . and on

Pennywise, a brightly dressed clown, beguiles the young passers-by. The lucky ones elude the creature. The others are never seen again -- alive. This is obviously not your average Ringling Bros. fool with bulbous nose and orange sideburns. When it shucks off its costume, it resembles a spider. Or a crawling eye. Or a mummy. Its breath is foul, its eyes are mere holes, and its diet consists of human entrees. Pennywise's address is the sewers of Derry, Me., but the monster is only renting there. Its permanent home is a far stranger dwelling: the mind of Stephen Edwin King.


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