The End of the World As We Know It: New Tales of Stephen King's The Stand

by Christopher Golden

We’re nothing but cosmic dust floating in an infinite beam of light.

Sometimes hope was just a life raft in the middle of a hurricane, but it was better than drowning.

Perhaps they were all just swimming as fast and as hard as they could, trying to stay in the eye of the storm.

“Remember well,” Hattie said. “They don’t want us to learn history so that we won’t recognize when the Devil tries to play the same ol’ tricks.”

Logic was a useless weapon when belief was held in higher regard than fact.

He could’ve pursued a career as an illustrator or a comic book artist if he were a bolder, braver, more reckless man.