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A clean and tight first printing copy in a bright crisp DJ. The book has some very light foxing and the author's name is fading as usual on the DJ. A lightly read copy with straight edges.

Sewn binding. Cloth over boards. With dust jacket. 558 p. Audience: General/trade.Dust cover has fading.

New York, NY: G.P. Putnam's Sons, 1987. 1st Edition . Hardcover. Very Good/No Jacket. 8vo - over 7¾ - 9¾" tall. The chance discovery of a ship buried underground for millions of years transforms the inhabitants of a New England town into one evil, homicidal entity. First edition, second state, with a full 1 through 10 number line but without the "permissions to come" statement printed beneath as a true first printing would have. This is a clean copy with no writing, marks, underlining, or bookplates. No remainder marks. Not an ex-library copy. Spine is generally tight and crisp, though there is a crack in the gutter of the title page. Corners are square, and the boards are clean, flat and true with some minor wear to the edges and foreedges and some bumping to the lower spine. The pages are heavily browned with some light soiling/foxing to the textblock edges and a mark on the bottom edge (this does not appear to be a remainder mark). A section of the textblock stands out as not being as heavily browned as the rest of the pages. There is a slight crease along the spine, and the gold gilt lettering on the spine is slightly worn. There is no dust jacket. This collectible, very good, first edition/second printing copy is protected with an archival mylar cover. Satisfaction guaranteed!

Green boards with black cloth spinecover, edges rubbed. Pages are clean, text has no markings, binding is sound.

Spine lower edge bumped otherwise fine. True first printing of the trade edition with "Permissions to Come" line at the bottom of the copyright information after the number line 1-10. It begins with a writer named Roberta Anderson, looking for firewood in the forest that stretches behind her house. Bobbi stumbles over three inches of metal, which unusually heavy spring runoff has left sticking out of the soil. A logger's beer can, she thinks at first, but "the metal was as solid as mother-rock." Location DD.