Ever think that Dean Koontz couldn’t get any scarier?
Well, he can.
The two join forces against the evildoers who may have been behind the accident that killed Woody’s dad.
Read or listen to the first chapter of this keep-the-lights-on book, below.
This wasn’t intuition at work, but just the consequence of being widowed at thirty.
This current sense that somewhere bells were tolling toward her final hour would pass; it always did.
Woodrow Bookman, Woody to everyone, had never spoken a word in his eleven years of life.
He laughed, although seldom at anything that was said to him or at any comical sight.
The cause of his amusement was often internal and a mystery to his mother.
Fortunately, he had none of the most problematic behavior associated with autism.
He didn’t throw tantrums, wasn’t stubborn.
He didn’t go to school, but neither was he home-schooled.
Woody was the ultimate autodidact.
How could she not?
He had been conceived in love.
His heart began beating as he formed within her.
As far as she was concerned, it beat in sync with hers all these years later.
Although he allowed himself to be hugged and kissed, he neither hugged nor kissed in return.
He seldom made eye contact, but when he did, his eyes sometimes glimmered with unshed tears.
When she asked if his tears were happy tears, he nodded, yes.
But he could not or would not explain what made him happy.
She loved him in spite of in part because of the challenging journey that they were taking together.
Now, watching him from the doorway of his room, she said, Is everything okay, Woody?
Are you all right?"
“All right, then.
It’s eight o’clock.
Bed at ten.”
Excerpted fromDevotedby Dean Koontz with permission from the publisher, Thomas & Mercer.
Copyright 2020 by the Koontz Living Trust.
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