About The Book

The Eyes of the Dragon is a novel by Stephen King. It was published in 1987. And it is a phenomenal book. If you're an avid King reader, you already know that he's created his own little realm and his stories commonly cross into one another to build a bigger picture. Such is the case of The Eyes of the Dragon, it's tale goes hand in hand with the saga of Roland and The Dark Tower. The villain in each tale are one in the same. And that's not to say that the same story is told over and over again. Evil is everywhere, and it's concentrated into one man/beast/thing. And once something ends in one place, he leaves to start in another.

This novel is a story of jealousy and betrayal. A hatred from a younger brother, always in the shadow of his perfect brother. A brother who will one day be king... However, such a thing wouldn't happen if the perfect prince were to commit murder... And with an evil wizard at the younger brother's side, the wrong thoughts start into his mind. And so it begins. A setup, wrongful imprisonment and a secret place behind the eyes of the dragon where much can be seen...


From the Flap:
A tale of archetypal heroes and sweeping adventures, of dragons and princes and evil wizards, this is epic fantasy as only Stephen King could envision it.



Synopsis from stephenking.com
Once upon a time, in the Kingdom of Delain, King Roland is murdered and his son and heir, Peter, is framed for the crime. Peter and his loyal friends must battle an evil wizard and Peter's usurper brother, Thomas, for the throne. Imprisoned in a tower, Peter conceives an escape plan that will take him years to execute before taking on Flagg, the powerful sorcerer who has masterminded this coup.



Inspiration from Note to Readers:
"Although I had written thirteen novels by the time my daughter had attained an equal number of years, she hadn't read any of them. She'd made it very clear that she loved me, but had very little interest in my vampires, ghoulies, and slushy crawling things. I sat down one night in our western Maine house to start this story, then called "The Napkins." Eventually the tale was told and Naomi took hold of the finished manuscript with a marked lack of enthusiasm. That look gradually changed to one of rapt interest as the story kidnapped her. It was good to have her come to me later and give me a hug and tell me the only thing wrong with it was that she didn't want it to end."