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Size: 20x20x20; 1st Edition, 1st Printing, Numberline 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10. Light wear to covers. Text clean and unmarked. The binding is tight and square. Moderate to the unclipped ($19.95) dust jacket. Your satisfaction is guaranteed!

First edition, first impression, second state. "1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10" present on copyright page; however, "Permissions to come" is not present. Dust jacket is not price clipped with $19.95. Clean and tight with light self wear.

Very good hard cover with very good dust jacket. Jacket is rubbed, has some edge wear.

20 X 20 X 20 inches; 558 pages; Dust scuffing to edge of pages. Light wear on dust jacket. -Great overall condition. Minor cosmetic wear. No noteworthy blemishes. No writing.; -We offer free returns for any reason and respond promptly to all inquiries. Your order will be packaged with care and ship on the same or next business day. Buy with confidence.

. First edition, first printing with a complete number sequence.

Size: 20x20x20;

Fine Dust jacket is missing, otherwise the book is like new, tight with clean unmarked pages Quality Books Because We Care-Shipped from Canada Usually ships within 1-2 business days If you buy this book from us, we will donate a book to a local school We donate 10, 000+ books to local schools every year If there are any problems, pleases ask us to resolve it amicably before leaving any feedback.

First Edition. First issue, with "Permissions to Come" below number row on copyright page. A spaceship is found in the forest where it has been buried for millions of years but it is still vibrating faintly. Fine in near fine dustjacket with some of the usual tarnishing to metallic letters on front panel.

Permissions to Come. BOOK: Corners, Spine Bumped; Light Shelf Rub to Boards; Edges Lightly Soiled; Pages 33-64 Yellowed by Comparison to All Others (Aging of Publishers' Choice of Paper). DUST JACKET: Colouring Distorted in Lettering of Author's First Name (Publication Flaw); Lightly Chipped; In Archival Quality Jacket Cover. SYNOPSIS: Late last night and the night before, Tommyknockers, Tommyknockers, Knocking at the door. I want to go out, don't know if I can, 'cause I'm so afraid Of the Tommyknocker man. It begins with nothing more frightening than a nursery rhyme; yet in Stephen King's hands it becomes an unforgettable parable of dread, a threat from an unimaginable darkness that drags the practical inhabitants of a New England village into a hell worse than their own most horrible nightmares...and yours. 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." It begins with Bobbi's discovery of the ship in the earth, a ship buried for millions of years, but still vibrating faintly, still humming with some sort of life...faint...weak...but still better left alone. Bobbi then begins to dig-tentatively at first, then compulsively-and is joined by her old friend (and onetime lover), Jim Gardener. Aided by a weirdly advanced technology, their excavation proceeds apace. And as they uncover more and more of an artefact both familiar and so unbelievable it is almost beyond comprehension, the inhabitants of Haven start to change. There is the new hot-water heater in Bobbi's basement-a hot-water heater that apparently runs on flashlight batteries. The vengeful housewife who learns of her husband's affair...from a picture of Jesus on top of her TV, a picture that begins to talk. Not to mention the ten-year-old magician who makes his little brother disappear...for real. The townspeople of Haven are "becoming"-being welded into one organic, homicidal, and fearsomely brilliant entity in fatal thrall to the Tommyknockers. In this riveting, nightmarish story, Stephen King has given us his tautest, most terrifying novel to date. And the next time someone raps at your door, you may want to keep the chain on. It just might be the Tommyknocker Man.