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Loop me in, odd one. The words, spoken in the deep of night by a sleeping child, chill the young man watching over her. For this was a favorite phrase of Stormy Llewellyn, his lost love. In the haunted halls of the isolated monastery where he had sought peace, Odd Thomas is stalking spirits of an infinitely darker nature.
As he steadfastly journeys toward his mysterious destiny, Odd Thomas has established himself as one of the most beloved and unique fictional heroes of our time. Now, wielding all the power and magic of a master storyteller at the pinnacle of his craft, Dean Koontz follows Odd into a singular new world where he hopes to make a fresh beginning—but where he will meet an adversary as old and inexorable as time itself.
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Book Description Paperback. Condition: new. Paperback. NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER Loop me in, odd one. The words, spoken in the deep of night by a sleeping child, chill the young man watching over her. For this was a favorite phrase of Stormy Llewellyn, his lost love. In the haunted halls of the isolated monastery where he had sought peace, Odd Thomas is stalking spirits of an infinitely darker nature. As he steadfastly journeys toward his mysterious destiny, Odd Thomas has established himself as one of the most beloved and unique fictional heroes of our time. Now, wielding all the power and magic of a master storyteller at the pinnacle of his craft, Dean Koontz follows Odd into a singular new world where he hopes to make a fresh beginningbut where he will meet an adversary as old and inexorable as time itself. Koontz's beloved hero leaves the small desert town of Pico Mundo for the solitude and peace of an isolated monastery as he tries to find a way to live fully again. But Odd Thomas has a knack for finding trouble and must confront an enemy who eclipses any he has yet encountered. Available in a tall Premium Edition. Reissue. Shipping may be from multiple locations in the US or from the UK, depending on stock availability. Seller Inventory # 9780345533029
Book Description Softcover. Condition: new. ReviewSupernatural thrills with a side of laughs.-The Denver PostThrilling . . . heart-stopping . . . Terrific characterization and patient plotting mark Koontzs work, and this novel about the triumph of modesty over hubris proves exemplary on both counts. A work both exciting and engaging-and with its heart in the right place.-Kirkus Reviews (starred review)Poignant but quick-moving . . . Koontz deftly mixes [in] humor . . . as he tackles the big questions: Can humans prove that God exists? And why is Elvis scared to go to Heaven?-People (four stars)Koontz gives his character wit, good humor, a familiarity with the dark side of humanity-and moral outrage.-USA TodayProduct DescriptionNEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLERLoop me in, odd one. The words, spoken in the deep of night by a sleeping child, chill the young man watching over her. For this was a favorite phrase of Stormy Llewellyn, his lost love. In the haunted halls of the isolated monastery where he had sought peace, Odd Thomas is stalking spirits of an infinitely darker nature.As he steadfastly journeys toward his mysterious destiny, Odd Thomas has established himself as one of the most beloved and unique fictional heroes of our time. Now, wielding all the power and magic of a master storyteller at the pinnacle of his craft, Dean Koontz follows Odd into a singular new world where he hopes to make a fresh beginning-but where he will meet an adversary as old and inexorable as time itself.About the AuthorDean Koontz, the author of many #1 New York Times bestsellers, lives in Southern California with his wife, Gerda, their golden retriever, Elsa, and the enduring spirit of their goldens, Trixie and Anna.Excerpt. Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.Chapter OneEmbraced by stone, steeped in silence, i sat at the high window as the third day of the week surrendered to the fourth. The river of night rolled on, indifferent to the calendar.I hoped to witness that magical moment when the snow began to fall in earnest. Earlier the sky had shed a few flakes, then nothing more. The pending storm would not be rushed.The room was illuminated only by a fat candle in an amber glass on the corner desk. Each time a draft found the flame, melting light buttered the limestone walls and waves of fluid shadows oiled the corners.Most nights, I find lamplight too bright. And when Im writing, the only glow is the computer screen, dialed down to gray text on a navy-blue field.Without a silvering of light, the window did not reflect my face. I had a clear view of the night beyond the panes.Living in a monastery, even as a guest rather than as a monk, you have more opportunities than you might have elsewhere to see the world as it is, instead of through the shadow that you cast upon it.St. Bartholomews Abbey was surrounded by the vastness of the Sierra Nevada, on the California side of the border. The primeval forests that clothed the rising slopes were themselves cloaked in darkness.From this third-floor window, I could see only part of the deep front yard and the blacktop lane that cleaved it. Four low lampposts with bell-shaped caps focused light in round pale pools.The guesthouse is in the northwest wing of the abbey. The ground floor features parlors. Private rooms occupy the higher and the highest floors.As I watched in anticipation of the storm, a whiteness that was not snow drifted across the yard, out of darkness, into lamplight.The abbey has one dog, a 110-pound German-shepherd mix, perhaps part Labrador retriever. He is entirely white and moves with the grace of fog. His name is Boo.My name is Odd Thomas. My dysfunctional parents claim a mistake was made on the birth certificate, that Todd was the wanted name. Yet they have never called me Todd.In twenty-one years, I have not considered changing to Todd. The bizarre course of my life suggests that Odd is more suited to me, whether it was conferred by my parents with intention. Seller Inventory # DADAX034553302X
Book Description Softcover. Condition: New. Reprint. ReviewSupernatural thrills with a side of laughs.-The Denver PostThrilling . . . heart-stopping . . . Terrific characterization and patient plotting mark Koontzs work, and this novel about the triumph of modesty over hubris proves exemplary on both counts. A work both exciting and engaging-and with its heart in the right place.-Kirkus Reviews (starred review)Poignant but quick-moving . . . Koontz deftly mixes [in] humor . . . as he tackles the big questions: Can humans prove that God exists? And why is Elvis scared to go to Heaven?-People (four stars)Koontz gives his character wit, good humor, a familiarity with the dark side of humanity-and moral outrage.-USA TodayProduct DescriptionNEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLERLoop me in, odd one. The words, spoken in the deep of night by a sleeping child, chill the young man watching over her. For this was a favorite phrase of Stormy Llewellyn, his lost love. In the haunted halls of the isolated monastery where he had sought peace, Odd Thomas is stalking spirits of an infinitely darker nature.As he steadfastly journeys toward his mysterious destiny, Odd Thomas has established himself as one of the most beloved and unique fictional heroes of our time. Now, wielding all the power and magic of a master storyteller at the pinnacle of his craft, Dean Koontz follows Odd into a singular new world where he hopes to make a fresh beginning-but where he will meet an adversary as old and inexorable as time itself.About the AuthorDean Koontz, the author of many #1 New York Times bestsellers, lives in Southern California with his wife, Gerda, their golden retriever, Elsa, and the enduring spirit of their goldens, Trixie and Anna.Excerpt. Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.Chapter OneEmbraced by stone, steeped in silence, i sat at the high window as the third day of the week surrendered to the fourth. The river of night rolled on, indifferent to the calendar.I hoped to witness that magical moment when the snow began to fall in earnest. Earlier the sky had shed a few flakes, then nothing more. The pending storm would not be rushed.The room was illuminated only by a fat candle in an amber glass on the corner desk. Each time a draft found the flame, melting light buttered the limestone walls and waves of fluid shadows oiled the corners.Most nights, I find lamplight too bright. And when Im writing, the only glow is the computer screen, dialed down to gray text on a navy-blue field.Without a silvering of light, the window did not reflect my face. I had a clear view of the night beyond the panes.Living in a monastery, even as a guest rather than as a monk, you have more opportunities than you might have elsewhere to see the world as it is, instead of through the shadow that you cast upon it.St. Bartholomews Abbey was surrounded by the vastness of the Sierra Nevada, on the California side of the border. The primeval forests that clothed the rising slopes were themselves cloaked in darkness.From this third-floor window, I could see only part of the deep front yard and the blacktop lane that cleaved it. Four low lampposts with bell-shaped caps focused light in round pale pools.The guesthouse is in the northwest wing of the abbey. The ground floor features parlors. Private rooms occupy the higher and the highest floors.As I watched in anticipation of the storm, a whiteness that was not snow drifted across the yard, out of darkness, into lamplight.The abbey has one dog, a 110-pound German-shepherd mix, perhaps part Labrador retriever. He is entirely white and moves with the grace of fog. His name is Boo.My name is Odd Thomas. My dysfunctional parents claim a mistake was made on the birth certificate, that Todd was the wanted name. Yet they have never called me Todd.In twenty-one years, I have not considered changing to Todd. The bizarre course of my life suggests that Odd is more suited to me, whether it was conferred by my parents with intention. Seller Inventory # BKZN9780345533029
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