I really believe this is my favorite Koontz novel of all time. That's hard to say because I probably said the same thing about the Frankenstein Series as well as the Odd Thomas series.
Still, this one really captured my attention from the first page and never let up until the last.
The interesting thing is, this novel was written by Koontz, and first published in 1985 under the pen name of Richard Paige. It was the only Paige offering ever published. Koontz has a little commentary at the end of the book explaining the practice and use of pen names, which was both informative and amusing. Considering the passage of time and a much less mature author than today's Dean Koontz, it is quite remarkable that I liked it so much.
That said, I think if I had read it thinking Richard Paige wrote it; I feel quite certain that I'd have attributed it to Koontz before the 100th page. It is so characteristically his; yet so very unique. As always I loved his descriptive prose and the breezy, humorous, light, bright conversations between very interesting characters.
I'm not going to spoil a thing by telling you any about the story. Just accept that this, like every Koontz novel, is thrilling, imaginative, almost credible and hugely entertaining. How can an author take his readers to such dark places and leave them so enlightened in the end? I think he answers that question nicely in the addendum commentary as well.
Five Stars
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Looking forward to reading this. I thought I had but what you have told me about it doesn't sound familiar. Need to check my reading log. I love that we enjoy some of the same authors and can share our enthusiasm about them.
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