When I pick up a Dean Koontz novel, I want my heart to race, the hairs on the back of my neck to tingle…and this just didn’t do that. I found it very slow, and plodding. The characters weren’t entirely believable, I mean seriously, who the hell talks about arugula salad whilst being chased by a seemingly omnipotent mad-man? No one I know, that’s for sure. I was really looking forward to being scared for the characters, but by the middle of the book, I was rooting for the killer, as he was much more interesting with his fastidious nature and his almost laughable clean fetish.
If you want a noir drama with little to no real terror—this is the book for you. However, if you want a real Dean Koontz with scary bits, I suggest “The servants of Twilight”, it’s an oldie but a goodie.