There was a time when I thought Dean Koontz wrote circles around Stephen King. He wasn’t famous. He had a cult following and he made you feel like you just discovered someone cool. He was the anti-King you could keep to yourself or share with a selected few. Koontz, of course, went the way of all flesh and began cranking them out and repeating himself. Fame? Well, if ‘Family Guy’ rips on you, fame has become your enemy.
I haven’t read a Koontz novel since Odd Thomas became a regular character. The early books were dynamic, rip-snorting fast and most of all—interesting. This is one of his best. I am not writing a commentary, I just want this on my bookshelf.