The Institute: A Novel

From #1 New York Times smash hit creator Stephen King, the most arresting and extraordinary story of children going up against fiendishness since It—distributing similarly as its second piece, the film, arrives in theaters.


In the night, in a house on a tranquil road in rural Minneapolis, interlopers quietly murder Luke Ellis’ folks and burden him into a dark SUV. The activity takes under two minutes. Luke will wake up at The Institute, in a room that looks simply like his own, aside from there’s no window. Also, outside his entryway are different entryways, behind which are different children with unique gifts—supernatural power and clairvoyance—who got to this spot a similar way Luke did: Kalisha, Nick, George, Iris, and ten-year-old Avery Dixon. They are all in Front Half. Others, Luke learns, graduated to Back Half, “similar to the cockroach motel,” Kalisha says. “You check in, however you don’t look at.”

In this most evil of establishments, the chief, Mrs. Sigsby, and her staff are heartlessly committed to separating from these youngsters the power of their extranormal blessings. There are no second thoughts here. On the off chance that you come, you get tokens for the candy machines. In the event that you don’t, discipline is merciless. As each new injured individual vanishes to Back Half, Luke turns out to be increasingly more frantic to get out and get help. In any case, nobody has ever gotten away from the Institute.

As mystically startling as Firestarter, and with the terrific child intensity of It, The Institute is Stephen King’s painfully sensational story of good versus underhanded in reality as we know it where the heroes don’t generally win.