JUST AFTER SUNSET Not a very nice man. She almost passed without slowing -- the thunder was closer now -- but she wasn't exactly wearing a thousand dollar suede skirt from Jill Anderson, only an ensemble from the Athletic Attic: shorts and a T-shirt with the Nike swoosh on it. Besides, what had she said to Deke? Women don't melt in the rain. So she slowed, swerved, and had a peek. It was simple curiosity. She thought the Mercedes par ked in the courtyard was a 450 SL, because her father had one like it, although his was pretty old now and this one looked brand-new. It was candy-apple red, its body brilliant even under the darkening sky. The trunk was open. A sheaf of long blond hair hung from it. There was blood in the hair. Had Deke said the girl with Pickering was a blond? That was her first question, and she was so shocked, so fucking amazed, that there was no surprise in it. It seemed like a perfectly reasonable question, and the answer was Deke hadn't said. Only that she was young. And a niece. With the eye roll. Thunder rumbled. Almost directly overhead now. The courtyard was empty except for the car (and the blond in the trunk, there was her). The house looked deserted, too: buttoned up and more like a pillbox than ever. Even the palms swaying around it couldn't soften it. It was too big, too stark, too gray. It was an ugly house. Em thought she heard a moan. She ran through the gate and across the yard to the open trunk without even thinking about it. She looked in. The girl in the trunk hadn't moaned. Her eyes were open, but she had been stabbed in what looked like dozens of places, and her throat was cut ear to ear. Em stood looking in, too shocked to move, too shocked to even breathe. Then it occurred to her that this was a fake dead girl, a movie prop. Even as her rational mind was telling her that was bullshit, the part of her that specialized in rationalization was nodding frantically. Even making up a story to backstop the idea. Deke didn't like Pickering, and Pickering's choice of female companionship? Well guess what, Pickering didn't like Deke, either! This was nothing but an elaborate practical joke. Pickering would go back across the bridge with the trunk deliberately ajar, that fake blond hair fluttering, and -- But there were smells rising out of the trunk now. They were the smells of shit and blood. Em reached forward and touched the cheek below one of those staring eyes. It was cold, but it was skin. Oh God, it was human skin. There was a sound behind her. A footstep. She started to turn, and something came down on her head. There was no pain, but brilliant white seemed to leap across the world. Then the world went dark. From JUST AFTER SUNSET by Stephen King. Copyright © 2008 by Stephen King. Reprinted by permission of Scribner, an Imprint of Simon & Schuster, Inc.
Stephen King has written more than 50 books, dozens of number one New York Times bestsellers, and many unforgettable movies, but many would argue that it’s with his short stories that his genius really shines. These narrative gems truly showcase the depth and breadth of his imagination, allowing him to tackle subjects ranging from the bone-chilling to the quirky to the sublime.
Just After Sunset, King’s first short-story collection in six years, features some of his strongest and most inventive work yet. Who but Stephen King could imagine a Port-a-San as a birth canal, or envision a stationary bicycle that can take its rider on a captivating—then terrifying—journey? And that’s just the beginning. In “The Gingerbread Girl,” a young runner peers into a neighbor’s driveway…and finds herself in the lair of a madman. “The Things They Left Behind,” in contrast, follows a 9/11 survivor who finds an unusual way of easing his feelings of guilt. And then there’s “Ayana,” a haunting tribute to his late mother-in-law that brings to mind King’s classic, The Green Mile.
Featuring 13 stories in all, Just After Sunset is Stephen King at his best. It’s a must-have for anyone who loves a well-told tale.
Hardcover : 400 pages
Publisher: Scribner/Simon & Schuster ( November 11, 2008 )
Item #: 12-592722
ISBN: 9781416584087
Product Dimensions: 9.25 x 6.125 x 0.94inches
Product Weight: 18.0 ounces (View shipping rates and policies)

Truly enjoyed all the stories in this book. Stephen King pulls me into his tales and I'm right there with the people in the story!
Reviewer: David K
As with every Stephen King Book, it grabbed me by the eyeballs and held me from beginning to end. I loved it!
Reviewer: Carol C
Reviewer: Maria
I think this must be some of his work when just starting out. Usually a book's stories stay with me, but this one had nothing to speak for it. Sorry I've read better, we all have bad days. Money and time wasted..
Reviewer: Angie S
This book is one that I could not put down I have
read it all the way though to the end, and loved every minute of it. I could not stop reading it.
The Birthing House is a great must read, if you
love mystery.
Reviewer: Shelia M
The card security code is an added safeguard for your credit/debit card purchases. Depending on the type of card you use, it is either a three- or four-digit number printed on the back or front of your credit/debit card, separate from your credit/debit card number. To make shopping at Book-of-the-Month Club®
even more secure, we require that you enter this number each time you make a credit/debit card purchase. Please note that your security code will not be stored with us even if you have saved your credit/debit card information.