Pet Sematary by Stephen King

Paperback. Acceptable.

Paperback. Good.

Paperback. Very Good.

Hodder & Stoughton, 2011-11-01. Paperback. Good.

Hodder & Stoughton. Used - Good. Ships from the UK. Used book that is in clean, average condition without any missing pages.

Hodder General, 2011. Paperback. New. 480 pages. 7.76x5.12x1.22 inches.

Paperback / softback. New. New Book; Fast Shipping from UK; Not signed; Not First Edition; King's #1 bestselling, timeless classic, is among King's most iconic and beloved novels.

Paperback / softback. New. King's #1 bestselling, timeless classic, is among King's most iconic and beloved novels.

Mass Market Paperback. Publisher: Hodder & Stoughton | Utg. 2011 | Mass Market Paperback | xiv, 465 p. ; 20 cm | This book is brand new. | Language: Engelska --- Information regarding the book: The house looked right, felt right to Dr Louis Creed. Rambling, old, unsmart and comfortable. A place where the family could settle; the children grow and play and explore. The rolling hills and meadows of Maine seemed a world away from the fume-choked dangers of Chicago. Only the occasional big truck out on the two-lane highway, grinding up through the gears, hammering down the long gradients, growled out an intrusive threat. But behind the house and far away from the road: that was safe. Just a carefully cleared path up into the woods where generations of local children have processed with the solemn innocence of the young, taking with them their dear departed pets for burial. A sad place maybe, but safe. Surely a safe place. Not a place to seep into your dreams, to wake you, sweating with fear and foreboding.

Mass Market Paperback. Publisher: Hodder & Stoughton | 2011 | Mass Market Paperback | 465 p. | This book is brand new. | Language: Engelska --- Information regarding the book: The house looked right, felt right to Dr Louis Creed. Rambling, old, unsmart and comfortable. A place where the family could settle; the children grow and play and explore. The rolling hills and meadows of Maine seemed a world away from the fume-choked dangers of Chicago. Only the occasional big truck out on the two-lane highway, grinding up through the gears, hammering down the long gradients, growled out an intrusive threat. But behind the house and far away from the road: that was safe. Just a carefully cleared path up into the woods where generations of local children have processed with the solemn innocence of the young, taking with them their dear departed pets for burial. A sad place maybe, but safe. Surely a safe place. Not a place to seep into your dreams, to wake you, sweating with fear and foreboding. | We have this… Read More