This book…wow! (And that’s an understatement.)

Koontz captured a man’s family at just the right vulnerability and put a supernatural edge to it that fit right up my alley. He used demons to manipulate and attack this family, and the writing alone. My goodness, this man utilizes words to produce visual comparisons that leave me jaw-dropped.

The way the siblings interacted made the family substantial. They were real and graspable, and developing that relationship between the characters and readers is what writing is all about. I loved the family aspect of this book. I loved the husband and wife relationship. I loved them all as my own family. And that love is what brought the real fear to the book. When danger impended on these people I’ve come to know and care about, my fear spiked too.

This book was impossible to put down. I had to know the answers to my questions. I had to know what would happen. I had to know how Koontz would end it. His endings are always surprising and satisfying. His happily ever afters aren’t what you’d picture traditionally, and I love his refreshing tone, voice and imagination.