Three days later, on a Wednesday, when the evening was diamonded
with stars that even the great upwash of lights in the San
Gabriel Valley, northeast of Los Angeles, could not entirely rinse
from the sky, she came on foot to a house that she had scouted earlier
by car. . . .
The residential neighborhood was calm in this age of chaos, quiet
in a time characterized by clamor. California pepper trees whispered
and palm fronds softly rustled in a breeze fragrant with jasmine. The breeze was also threaded through with the malodor of decomposition that issued from one gutter drain and then another, perhaps from the bodies of poisoned tree rats that earlier had fled the sunlight to die in the dark
I love Koontz's writing style, which seems to calm the diabolical aspects of his stories. This book promises to hold the same interest as Ashley Bell, the first Koontz book that I had read.
with stars that even the great upwash of lights in the San
Gabriel Valley, northeast of Los Angeles, could not entirely rinse
from the sky, she came on foot to a house that she had scouted earlier
by car. . . .
The residential neighborhood was calm in this age of chaos, quiet
in a time characterized by clamor. California pepper trees whispered
and palm fronds softly rustled in a breeze fragrant with jasmine. The breeze was also threaded through with the malodor of decomposition that issued from one gutter drain and then another, perhaps from the bodies of poisoned tree rats that earlier had fled the sunlight to die in the dark
I love Koontz's writing style, which seems to calm the diabolical aspects of his stories. This book promises to hold the same interest as Ashley Bell, the first Koontz book that I had read.