![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() As with any swan song, there are myriad wrinkles and peculiarities to the job, all of which keep Billy (and, by proxy, us Constant Readers) sweating. On the surface, the 500-page thriller captures the last gig for the titular assassin, a decorated Iraq war veteran who is hired to take out the trash (and only the trash, mind you). His latest novel, Billy Summers, is a testament to these truths. ![]() Even more to that point, there are some muscles he’s come to sharpen and refine over the years, particularly as his own sensibilities evolve. Granted, at 73, the Master of Horror is far removed from his salad years of peppering smutty magazines with pulpy parables, but like the best protagonists in this chewy genre, there are some muscles he’ll never stop flexing. Holly Gibney ring a bell?īut if there’s anything King loves more than a good pulpy story, it’s sitting down and writing a better one himself. Hell, one cursory glance at his own eclectic catalogue proves that he’s spent the last decade less concerned with what’s under the bed and more intrigued by what’s behind the yellow tape. Bosch, The Good Fight, Big Sky, Designated Survivor, Chance, the list goes on. Scroll through his Twitter feed long enough, and you’ll see that the best-selling author lives for hard-boiled stories centered around characters with guns in their hands, heat in their hearts, and principles on their mind. ![]()
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