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Zusatztext “[Odd Thomas is] one of the most remarkable and appealing characters in current fiction.”— The Virginian-Pilot “An inventive . . . mix of suspense! whimsy and uplift.”— The Washington Post “Odd Thomas is the greatest character Dean Koontz has ever created. He’s funny! humble! immensely likable! courageous! and just a joy to read about.”— Seattle Post-Intelligencer “Koontz gives [Odd Thomas] wit! good humor! a familiarity with the dark side of humanity—and moral outrage.” —USA Today Informationen zum Autor Dean Koontz, the author of many #1 New York Times bestsellers, lives in Southern California with his wife, Gerda, their golden retriever, Elsa, and the enduring spirit of their goldens, Trixie and Anna. Klappentext Odd Interlude, Dean Koontz's New York Times bestselling three-part digital series-now in one volume for the first time THERE'S ROOM AT THE INN. BUT YOU MIGHT NOT GET OUT. Nestled on a lonely stretch along the Pacific coast, quaint roadside outpost Harmony Corner offers everything a weary traveler needs-a cozy diner, a handy service station, a cluster of cottages . . . and the Harmony family homestead presiding over it all. But when Odd Thomas and company stop to spend the night, they discover that there's more to this secluded haven than meets the eye-and that between life and death, there is something more frightening than either. Includes a preview of the next novel in the Odd Thomas series: Deeply Odd! "[Odd Thomas is] one of the most remarkable and appealing characters in current fiction."-The Virginian-Pilot "An inventive . . . mix of suspense, whimsy and uplift."-The Washington Post "Odd Thomas is the greatest character Dean Koontz has ever created. He's funny, humble, immensely likable, courageous, and just a joy to read about."-Seattle Post-Intelligencer "Koontz gives [Odd Thomas] wit, good humor, a familiarity with the dark side of humanity-and moral outrage."-USA TodayPART ONE SOUTH OF MOONLIGHT BAY Oh! They’re too beautiful to live, much too beautiful. —Charles Dickens, Nicholas Nickleby One They say that every road leads home if you care to go there. I long for home, for the town of Pico Mundo and the desert in which it blooms, but the roads that I take seem to lead me to one hell after another. In the front passenger seat of the Mercedes, through the side window, I watch the stars, which appear to be fixed but in fact are ever moving and perpetually receding. They seem eternal, but they are only suns that will burn out one day. When she was just a child, Stormy Llewellyn lost her mother, Cassiopeia. I lost Stormy when she and I were twenty. One of the northern constellations is called Cassiopeia. No group of distant suns is named for Stormy. I can see Cassiopeia’s namesake high in the night, but I can see Stormy only in my memory, where she remains as vivid as any living person I might meet. The stars and everything else in the universe began with the big bang, which was when time also began. Some place existed before the universe, exists outside of it now, and will exist when the universe collapses back upon itself. In that mysterious place, outside of time, Stormy waits for me. Only through time can time be conquered, and the way forward is the only way back to my girl. Yet again, because of recent events, I have been called a hero, and again I don’t feel like one. Annamaria insists that mere hours earlier, I saved entire cities, sparing many hundreds of thousands from nuclear terrorism. Even if that is most likely true, I feel as though, in the process, I have forfeited a piece of my soul. To foil the conspiracy, I killed four men and one young woman. They would have killed me if given a chance, but the honest claim of...
