Prolific Koontz's recent horror efforts (Strangers, Phantoms, Whispers) smothered readers under ungainly layers of fatty subplots and scleroid exposition. In this 49th novel, he strips away much of the excess to deliver his leanest book since The...
The thug ran his hand down the warm curve of her thigh, and it wasn’t until an impossibly strong hand gripped his arm that he realized the girl, was no girl at all. Still, if not for bad timing he might have left the room alive…
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Martin Plunkett ha sembrado Estados Unidos con un rastro de muertes. Cuando el FBI consigue darle caza, decide confesar sus crímenes a cambio de que su autobiografía vea la luz. Así, escribe sus memorias mientras cumple las cuatro...