Odd Apocalypse by Dean Koontz
Odd Apocalypse by Dean Koontz is the 5th in the Odd Thomas series.
Odd sees ghosts, usually when they need help to move on. He has been travelling with the mysterious Annamaria, a pregnant young woman in her 7th month, who says she has been pregnant for a long time, and will be pregnant longer still. Odd doesn’t really understand her, but he has pledged his life to keep her safe. (Personally, she’s starting to annoy me.)
Billionaire Noah Wolflaw has invited them (well, Annamaria) to stay at Roseland, his massive and pristine estate. Apparently it was originally built by Constantine Cloyce, a 1920’s newspaper mogul with ties to the film industry. He had help from Nikola Tesla, which will prove interesting.
Odd, of course, finds the ghost. A beautiful woman with bullet holes in her chest, on a large black stallion, implores him to find her son. So now Odd knows why he is at Roseland. However, there is more than a missing boy here. There is copper wiring running throughout the estate. There are shutters that bar the windows at night. There are the pristine grounds which don’t seem to have caretakers. There is a house without a speck of dust, but only two maids. There is the mausoleum, and what he finds there. There are the strange residents and security guards. There are even stranger “freaks”. But the scariest part to Odd…to save the boy, he may have to kill again.
Okay, to be honest, this was not my favorite of the Odd Thomas books. The sweet and humble fry cook that I have grown to love is still there. His love for his lost Stormy still holds him. His desire to do the right thing is a constant. But the events that he is thrown into are now becoming bizarre.
Re-Read: October 2016
Favorite Quotes from Odd Apocalypse:
“You can only be in one place at a time, odd one. So it’s imperative that you be in the right place for the right reason.”
“A FRIGHTENED, ANGRY, FOUR-HUNDRED-POUND, ANTISOCIAL chef with a combat shotgun never leads to anything good.”
“In memory, she lived and moved and laughed, but all that a photograph could offer was one frozen moment of a life.”