I love the story about the guy in the midnight blue cowboy getup. Or, rather, the catching of his killer. Carson didn't like being in the splatter zone. Hee.

I've now reached the point where I'm afraid Carson and Michael will be dead by the end of this book. I would be most unhappy.

I don't read much in the way of horror novels, but I've noticed that it is essential to have one character who works and lives in a garbage dump. This is most useful. I need a friend of this sort once I get into politics, methinks.

Kidding, kidding.

You know what's upsetting? The more I read about Arnie, the more I say, "Hey, I do that, too."

Well. I'm all for kink, really--I mean, hello, CornGrrl here--but the whole kill them and ...in their...ew. Just, ew.

Seriously, Dean Koontz is fetish-happy. There needs to be kinky Carson/Michael. Trouble with that is I'm hard pressed to tell you what either looks like. I do, however, recall something being said (by the old lady who called Carson a bitch) about perky tits. Her words, not mine.

Bwah! The uncle who started seeing fairies, "By which she means not homosexuals but the little creatures with wings."

Dean Koontz, you truly are a nutcase. Much love.

I just flipped to the end of the book and said, very loudly, "Excuse me?" It says the conclusion will be published summer 2006. If I had known that, I would have taken my time with this.