Odd Thomas: An Odd Thomas Novel
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“The dead don’t talk. I don’t know why.” But they do try to communicate, with a short-order cook in a small desert town serving as their reluctant confidant. Meet Odd Thomas, the unassuming young hero of Dean Koontz’s dazzling New York Times bestseller, a gallant sentinel at the crossroads of life and death who offers up his heart in these pages and will forever capture yours.
Sometimes the silent souls who seek out Odd want justice. Occasionally their otherworldly tips help him prevent a crime. But this time it’s different. A stranger comes to Pico Mundo, accompanied by a horde of hyena-like shades who herald an imminent catastrophe. Aided by his soul mate, Stormy Llewellyn, and an unlikely community of allies that includes the King of Rock ’n’ Roll, Odd will race against time to thwart the gathering evil. His account of these shattering hours, in which past and present, fate and destiny, converge, is a testament by which to live—an unforgettable fable for our time destined to rank among Dean Koontz’s most enduring works.
urging, I might be thwarting her destiny and mine. Trust in fate. My responsibility was not to warn off Stormy but to stop Simon Varner before he was ready to put his plan in action, before he killed anyone. There you have your classic easier-said-than-done. He was a cop, and I wasn’t. He carried at least one firearm, and I didn’t. Taller than me, stronger than me, trained in every possible method to subdue an aggressive citizen, he enjoyed all the advantages—except a sixth sense. The gun that
seen only by me. Me and one long-dead British child. Perhaps the violence that sweeps our world daily into greater darkness has led to a future so brutal, so corrupt, that our twisted descendants return to watch us suffer, charmed by festivals of blood. The appearance of the bodachs might have nothing to do with what those travelers from the future really look like; they probably pretty much resemble you and me; instead, the bodachs may be the shape of their deformed and diseased souls. Stormy
heads?” I told her about the black room. Licking corn-fritter crumbs off her elegant fingers, she said, “Listen to me, odd one.” “I’m all ears.” “They’re big, but they’re not all of you. Open them wide now and hear this: Don’t go in that black room again.” “It doesn’t exist anymore.” “Don’t even go looking for it, hoping it’ll come back.” “That never even crossed my mind.” “Yes, it did,” she said. “Yes, it did,” I admitted. “I mean, I’d like to understand it—what it is, how it works.”
my pancakes, just ask Terri—they’re light and fluffy yet full of taste. But I don’t know how to be smart and simple at the same time better than I am now. In fact, I’m not even sure I know what you mean.” “Good. It’s nothing you should think about. It’s nothing you can work on. It’s just who you are. Anyway, when I marry you, it won’t be for money.” She offered a churro to me. Considering how fast my heart was racing and my mind was spinning, the last thing that I needed was sugar, but I took
withered-looking, as he had been in his final days, Gunny Ulstein can usually be found in a rocking chair on the front porch of the house that he built himself. His wife of thirty years, Mary, still lives there. During his last few weeks of life, he had lost his ability to speak. He’d had so much that he wanted to say to Mary—how she had always brought out the best in him, how he loved her—but he couldn’t write down his feelings with the subtlety and the range of emotion that he could have