Title: At least the cover art was okay
Product review: This book starts with wonderful imagery and builds tension quickly. However, it soon becomes a repetitive morass of warmed-over Stephen King coupled with Koontz' annoying fascination with preternatural dogs and a murky religious consciousness that bogs the story down even more. Just to make it murkier, he has developed a passion for purple prose that makes third-rate romance novels read like Shakespeare. Definitely my last Koontz book.
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