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“She guessed that behind the conscious evil there was an unconscious blackness. That was what distinguished the earth’s children of darkness; they couldn’t make things but only break them. God the Creator had made man in His own image, and that meant that every man and woman who dwelt under God’s light was a creator of some kind, a person with an urge to stretch out his hand and shape the world into some rational pattern. The black man wanted—was able—only to unshape. Anti-Christ? You might as well say anti-creation.”

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The Stand

In 'The Stand', Stephen King weaves a gripping narrative that delves into the human psyche during a global pandemic. The story follows a diverse cast of characters as they navigate the chaos and face moral dilemmas in a world transformed by a mysterious virus. The novel is known for its complex characters, intricate plot, and King's characteristic blend of horror and hope. more

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Stephen King
Stephen King

Stephen King, born on September 21, 1947, is a renowned American author. His works primarily focus on horror, fantasy, and science fiction, and have won him a wide audience. King has received numerous literary awards in the United States, including the Edgar Allan Poe Award and the World Fantasy Award. more

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