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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.

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. This is a true first printing with the phrase "Permissions to Come" printed beneath a correct full number line sequence. This copy features the author's name in red, though it should be noted that both the red and the gold versions are equally desirable. Save for some large pencil markings on the front endpapers (which are not readily noticeable against the dark green paper), this is a very clean copy with no writing, marks, underlining, or bookplates. No remainder marks. Not an ex-library copy. Spine is tight and crisp. Corners are square, and the boards are flat and true, though they show some general wear. Dust jacket is not price-clipped but also shows some wear and scuffing. The back cover is also lightly creased, and the flaps and inside edges have some browning. The lettering on the front cover, which can be quite worn on these books, shows minimal rubbing. This highly collectible, very good/very good, first edition/first printing copy is protected with an archival mylar dust jacket cover. A classic King novel at a great price! Satisfaction guaranteed!

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

A clean and tight first printing copy in a bright and crisp DJ but with the gold in the author's name beginning to fade.

New York: Putnam Pub Group, 1987. Book. Fine. Hardcover. First Edition/First Printing. A square solid tight clean unread unopened copy. GOLD metalized lettering with just a bit the tarnish, lightish, worse then some and not as bad as others, that is so normal with this title. Permissions to come statement. THIS COPY IS IN MY POSSESSION AND NORMALLY SHIPS NEXT DAY..

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.

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. This is a true first printing with the phrase "Permissions to Come" printed beneath a correct full number line sequence. This copy features the author's name in red, though it should be noted that both the red and the gold versions are equally desirable. Aside from a bit of foxing and soiling to the textblock edges (including a bit of blue dye to the foreedge), this is a clean copy with no writing, marks, underlining, or bookplates. No remainder marks. Not an ex-library copy. Spine is tight and crisp. Corners are square, and the boards are clean, flat, and true with very little wear. Dust jacket is not price-clipped but does have some scuffing and edge wear, including a 1/4" tear to the lower edge of the front cover. The lettering in the author's name on the front cover, which can be quite worn on these books, is rubbed but only on six out of the eleven letters. This highly collectible, very good/very good, first edition/first printing copy is protected with an archival mylar dust jacket cover. A great price for a classic King novel! Satisfaction guaranteed!

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.