Gan (Stephen King) - Connections To Other Stephen King Books

Connections To Other Stephen King Books

In Insomnia, the main character, Ralph Roberts, gains an "audience" with the Powers Above to make a deal so that he can sacrifice his own life to save the life of a loved one; the Voice heard above all others, that ultimately approves of the exchange, is implied (though not explicitly named) to be Gan, Itself (this Entity was implied in the novel to be responsible for creating everything in existence).

In It, it is implied by the titular antagonist that Gan hovers around the main characters, pulling the strings that eventually result in "It"'s death. "It" refers to Gan as the Other, or Another. Also, at the end of the book, Bill Denbrough briefly hears a voice that says "Son, you did real good." Bill also states that he knows the Turtle is dead, but whatever created it was not, which supports the theory that it is in fact Gan.

In The Wind Through the Keyhole, the Widow Smack blesses Tim by invoking Gan as he heads into the forest.

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