Brother Odd.
基本信息·出版社：Random House Inc. ·页码：430 页 ·出版日期：2007年07月 ·ISBN：055384105X ·International Standard Book Number：055384105X · ...
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基本信息·出版社：Random House Inc.
·页码：430 页
·出版日期：2007年07月
·ISBN：055384105X
·International Standard Book Number：055384105X
·条形码：9780553841053
·EAN：9780553841053
·装帧：Perfect Paperback
内容简介 Loop me in, odd one. The words, spoken in the deep of night by a sleeping child, chill the young man watching over her. For this was a favorite phrase of Stormy Llewellyn, his lost love, and Stormy is dead, gone forever from this world. In the haunted halls of the isolated monastery where he had sought peace, Odd Thomas is stalking spirits of an infinitely darker nature. . . .
Brother Odd.Through two
New York Times bestselling novels, Odd Thomas has established himself as one of the most beloved and unique fictional heroes of our time. Now, wielding all the power and magic of a master storyteller at the pinnacle of his craft, Dean Koontz follows Odd into a singular new world where he hopes to make a fresh beginning—but where he will meet an adversary as old and inexorable as time itself.
作者简介 Dean Koontz, the author of many #1 New York Times bestsellers, lives with his wife, Gerda, and the enduring spirit of their golden retriever, Trixie, in southern California.
专业书评 From Publishers Weekly Bestseller Koontz's third Odd Thomas novel (after Forever Odd) offers an irresistibly offbeat mix of supernatural horror and laugh-out-loud humor. A resident of St. Bartholomew's Abbey, a monastery in the Sierra Nevada mountains, Thomas has the ability to see the spirits of the dead, a gift he has used to resolve mysteries and prevent future tragedies. As the story opens, the seer is unsettled by visions of bodachs, sinister ghostlike entities whose appearance precedes some dire tragedy. Thomas frantically searches for some sign that will help him head off disaster, even as St. Bart's is thrown into turmoil by the disappearance of one of its members. Thomas must figure out both the identity of the person or being behind the terror and the most effective way to restore peace to his haven. While newcomers may find the villain's underlying motive a bit over the top, the narrator's engaging voice should continue to give this series cross-genre appeal. (Nov. 28)
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From Booklist The third adventure of Odd Thomas, the boy (well, he's 21, but still . . .) who sees ghosts, has a lighter feel to it than the gruelingly suspenseful Forever Odd(2005) and the funny and moving Odd Thomas (2003). It's reminiscent of a sunny monster-movie sequel--say, Son of Frankenstein--in which stock characters do their shtick with a wink and a nod: "Dontcha just love us?" In this case, yes, we do. Odd has retreated to a monastery in the Sierra Nevadas that permanently hosts a billionaire physicist in an underground lab. The mogul has given his entire fortune to support the monastery and attached convent in their work of housing and educating severely damaged children, the most interesting of which is now a 25-year-old artistic savant. As the story opens, bodachs--animated shadows that gather in anticipation of lethal violence, which only Odd among the living sees--are invading the children's quarters. Can Odd mitigate the coming cataclysm? Of course he can, despite the arrival of murderous bone creatures and grim Death itself, for the monks include quite a contingent of reformed martial sinners, most memorably Brother Knuckles, formerly of the New Jersey Mob, and another guest, a mysterious Russian librarian from Indianapolis, who is more and different than Odd thinks he is. Koontz salts Odd's narration with some wonderful zingers at the expense of cultural degeneracy and political folly. A darned good time should be had by all readers. Ray Olson
Copyright ? American Library Association. All rights reserved --This text refers to the Hardcover edition.
Review “The final chapter of Brother Odd is delightful and makes a promise to readers that Odd will return. Hooray.”—Sacramento Bee
“Odd Thomas' latest adventure will make a believer out of even the hardest-nosed soul.”–Denver Post
“The nice young fry cook with the occult powers is Koontz’s most likeable creation.”—The New York Times
“Odd's strange gifts, coupled with his intelligence and self-effacing humor, make him one of the most quietly authoritative characters in recent popular fiction."—Publishers Weekly, starred review
“Odd Thomas [is] exactly the kind of hero that’s needed.”—South Florida Sun-Sentinel
“Odd Thomas is another name for courage, truth, and devotion to your fellow man.” —Baton Rouge Advocate
From the Hardcover edition. --This text refers to the Kindle Edition edition.
Review “The final chapter of Brother Odd is delightful and makes a promise to readers that Odd will return. Hooray.”—Sacramento Bee
“Supernatural thrills with a side of laughs . . . Odd Thomas’s latest adventure will make a believer out of even the hardest-nosed soul.” —Denver Post
“The nice young fry cook with the occult powers is Koontz’s most likeable creation.”—The New York Times
“Odd's strange gifts, coupled with his intelligence and self-effacing humor, make him one of the most quietly authoritative characters in recent popular fiction."—Publishers Weekly, starred review
“Odd Thomas [is] exactly the kind of hero that’s needed.”—South Florida Sun-Sentinel
“Odd Thomas is another name for courage, truth, and devotion to your fellow man.” —Baton Rouge Advocate
“Thrilling . . . Koontz marvelously sets the scene in the heart-stopping first chapter. Both exciting and engaging—and with its heart in the right place.” —Kirkus Reviews, starred review
文摘 ? Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. Chapter One
Embraced by stone, steeped in silence, i sat at the high window as the third day of the week surrendered to the fourth. The river of night rolled on, indifferent to the calendar.
I hoped to witness that magical moment when the snow began to fall in earnest. Earlier the sky had shed a few flakes, then nothing more. The pending storm would not be rushed.
The room was illuminated only by a fat candle in an amber glass on the corner desk. Each time a draft found the flame, melting light buttered the limestone walls and waves of fluid shadows oiled the corners.
Most nights, I find lamplight too bright. And when I’m writing, the only glow is the computer screen, dialed down to gray text on a navy-blue field.
Without a silvering of light, the window did not reflect my face. I had a clear view of the night beyond the panes.
Living in a monastery, even as a guest rather than as a monk, you have more opportunities than you might have elsewhere to see the world as it is, instead of through the shadow that you cast upon it.
St. Bartholomew’s Abbey was surrounded by the vastness of the Sierra Nevada, on the California side of the border. The primeval forests that clothed the rising slopes were themselves cloaked in darkness.
From this third-floor window, I could see only part of the deep front yard and the blacktop lane that cleaved it. Four low lampposts with bell-shaped caps focused light in round pale pools.
The guesthouse is in the northwest wing of the abbey. The ground floor features parlors. Private rooms occupy the higher and the highest floors.
As I watched in anticipation of the storm, a whiteness that was not snow drifted across the yard, out of darkness, into lamplight.
The abbey has one dog, a 110-pound German-shepherd mix, perhaps part Labrador retriever. He is entire
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