Children of the Corn

$0.99 US
Knopf | Vintage
On sale May 22, 2016 | 978-1-101-97404-9
Sales rights: World except UK/Ireland
From the unrivaled master of horror and the supernatural, Stephen King •  “Children of the Corn,” first collected in the extraordinary collection Night Shift in 1973 and then adapted into a horror film franchise of the same name, is a terrifying and unforgettable classic of the genre.

Driving through the cornfields in rural Nebraska, Burt and Vicky run over a young boy—only to discover that they may not be responsible for his death. Out in the corn, something is watching them, and help is nowhere to be found.

A Vintage Short.
Praise for Stephen King:

“A master storyteller.” Los Angeles Times

“Eerie. . . . Ought to chill the cockles of many a heart.” Chicago Tribune

“Stephen King has built a literary genre of putting ordinary people in the most terrifying situations. . . . He’s the author who can always make the improbable so scary you'll feel compelled to check the locks on the front door.” The Boston Globe

“Peerless imagination.” The Observer (London)

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From the unrivaled master of horror and the supernatural, Stephen King •  “Children of the Corn,” first collected in the extraordinary collection Night Shift in 1973 and then adapted into a horror film franchise of the same name, is a terrifying and unforgettable classic of the genre.

Driving through the cornfields in rural Nebraska, Burt and Vicky run over a young boy—only to discover that they may not be responsible for his death. Out in the corn, something is watching them, and help is nowhere to be found.

A Vintage Short.

Praise

Praise for Stephen King:

“A master storyteller.” Los Angeles Times

“Eerie. . . . Ought to chill the cockles of many a heart.” Chicago Tribune

“Stephen King has built a literary genre of putting ordinary people in the most terrifying situations. . . . He’s the author who can always make the improbable so scary you'll feel compelled to check the locks on the front door.” The Boston Globe

“Peerless imagination.” The Observer (London)