Lire ebooks par: Koontz, Dean

Vision
Officer Lyle Winterman parked the squad car out of sight in an alleyway and walked two blocks to St. Luke’s Lutheran Church. Even with a streetlight every hundred feet Harbor Avenue seemed dark. Winterman kept his right hand on the holstered revolver at his hip. The flap of the holster was unsnapped... Puis...
Odd Interlude Part Two
And speaking of peculiar language, why do we say beard the lion instead of confront the lion? The image it brings to mind is of me crawling recklessly into a cave to use spirit gum to attach a fake beard to a sleeping feline of daunting size. Because no lion is ever going to be induced to play Abrah... Puis...
Moonlit Mind
Theron Hall seems deserted, and that means they are all in the basement. And his brother is down there with them. The feast, the celebration—whatever it is besides plain murder—will soon begin or has begun. In his mind’s eye clearly appears one of the paintings from the book titled A Year of Saints... Puis...
Voice of the Night
Restriction to quarters was one part of his punishment. His mother made certain that he endured the confinement; she called home six or eight times every day, checking on him. Sometimes two or three hours would pass between the calls, and sometimes she would ring him three times in thirty minutes. H... Puis...
Darkest Evening of the Year
Earlier he had left a voice mail for Gretchen, his assistant, asking her to reschedule his Thursday appointments to the following week. He told her that inspiration had seized him, that he would be drawing in his apartment, and that he should not be interrupted. Inspiration had more than seized him.... Puis...
Intensity
This is a pleasant sound, separate from the passing roar of engines and the Doppler-shift whine of other vehicles’ tires on the pavement. As he drives, he eats one of the Hershey bars. The silkiness of melting chocolate on his tongue reminds him of the music of Angelo Badalamenti, and the music of... Puis...
A Big Little Life
Because we preferred not to live in drifts of Trixie’s cast-offs, we combed her for half an hour to forty-five minutes after her walk each morning, and another ten or fifteen minutes in the late afternoon or early evening. In addition, every floor in the house was swept at least once a day. No visit... Puis...
House of Thunder
Her vision was clear, and she was no longer dizzy. Night had fallen. Her room was softly lighted, but only featureless blackness lay beyond the window. The IV rack had been taken away. Her needle-marked, discolored arm looked pathetically thin against the white sheet. She turned her head and saw... Puis...
Lightning
They were dressed to pass as young California executives in 1989: pinstripe suits by Yves St. Laurent, white shirts, dark ties, black Bally loafers, black socks, and Ray-Ban sunglasses if the weather required them; they had been told that in the future this was called the “power look,” and though Kl... Puis...
Watchers
Weingold’s office, Travis and Einstein went for a walk across the grassy hills and through the woods behind the house they had bought in the beautiful California coastal region called Big Sur. On the treeless hills, the autumn sun warmed the stones and cast scattered cloud shadows. The breeze off t... Puis...
Taking
The single-story house, in the Craftsman style, looked cozy and welcoming, in spite of the fact that the fierce rain had stripped all the leaves from the trumpet vines that climbed its trellises and had battered beds of cyclamens into red-and purple-petaled ruin. As they approached the front porch a... Puis...
Good Guy
Instantly awake, he threw back the covers and sat on the edge of Teresa Mendez’s bed to read what proved to be an annoying coded text message from his support group. They had two questions. First, they wished to know why the three people at Bethany and Jim’s house had been killed. Never previously... Puis...
Dead Town
From a distance of seventy feet, as he approached her, walking the middle of the street, she promised to be extraordinarily beautiful, and when he was still sixty feet from her, he knew that promise would be kept, perhaps more fully than he could imagine. Although it must be but a trick of lamplight... Puis...
Husband
When this was finished, if it was ever finished, maybe the best thing would be to go to the police, tell his story of desperate self-defense, and present them with the two dead gunmen in the trunk of the Chrysler. Julian Campbell would deny that he had employed them or at least that he had directed... Puis...
Frankenstein 4-Book Bundle
Ignoring speed limits and periodic roadside pictographs of the silhouette of a leaping antlered buck, Carson had forgotten that at night in rural territory, deer could be no less a traffic hazard than drunken drivers. Being a city girl out of her element was the lesser part of the problem. Having sp... Puis...
Breathless
He dreamed of a casino so vast that he could not see as far as any wall. From the gold-leafed ceiling depended an infinite number of perfectly aligned chandeliers swagged with symmetrical ropes of crystal beads, each great lamp icicled with exactly the same number of crystal pendants in precisely th... Puis...
Strangers
Boston, Massachusetts Between December 27 and January 5, Dr. Ginger Weiss went to Pablo Jackson’s Back Bay apartment six times. On six of those visits he used hypnotic therapy to probe cautiously and patiently at the Azrael Block that sealed off a portion of her memory. To the old magician, she grew... Puis...
Odd Thomas
THE dead lungs of the desert no longer exhaled the lazy breeze that had accompanied Stormy and me on our walk to her apartment. By streets and alleyways, along a footpath bisecting a vacant lot, through a drainage culvert dry for months, and then to streets again, I made my way home at a brisk pace.... Puis...
Darkness Under the Sun
Howie was in the kitchen, helping his mother by setting the table for dinner, when the story came on the small TV that stood on a counter. In a far city, Blackwood had over a few months murdered four entire families, raped the girls and the women, tortured and mutilated some, before he was killed by... Puis...
From the Corner of His Eye
“Mrs. Lampion?” “That’s me.” His leonine head and bold features, framed by golden hair, should have conveyed strength, but the impression he might have made was compromised by a fringe of bangs that curled across his forehead, a style unfortunately reminiscent of effete emperors of ancient Rome. “I’... Puis...
One Door Away from Heaven
Thirty or forty motor homes, about half that many pickup trucks with camper shells, and a lot of SUVs are gathered along the side of the two-lane blacktop and in the adjacent meadow. Attached to some of the motor homes, canvas awnings create shaded areas for socializing. At least a dozen colorful te... Puis...
Prodigal Son
Although subtle, the sounds seemed loud in the otherwise silent hallway. The forensic pathology unit appeared to be deserted. At this hour, staffing should have been reduced but not this drastically. They found Jack Rogers where he said he’d be—in Autopsy Room Number 2. With him were the professio... Puis...
Twilight Eyes
Opposed to our noble attitude. “Witless idealism,” he called it. Opposed to the trip to Yontsdown. “More foolhardy than courageous.” Opposed to the escalation of the war that we were planning. “Doomed to fail,” he said. That night we had dinner with Joel and his wife, Laura, in their permanently pl... Puis...
Icebound
The safety cutout had switched off the engine when the machine overturned, so there had been no fire. The other snowmobile was canted against a low hummock of ice. The four headlamps parted the curtains of snow, illuminating nothing, pointing away from the precipice over which George Lin had disappe... Puis...
Key to Midnight
Omi Inamura welcomed Joanna and Alex into his inner office. He was in his early fifties, an inch shorter than Joanna, with slightly crinkled, papery skin and brown eyes as warm as his quick smile. In black slacks, suspenders, white shirt, baggy gray cardigan, and half-lens reading glasses, he seemed... Puis...
Phantoms
A breeze stirred the trees. The sky was cloudless. Coming out of the inn, with Bryce and Frank and Doc Paige and a few of the others behind him, Tal glanced up at the sun, the sight of which unlocked a memory of his childhood in Harlem. He used to buy penny candy at Boaz’s Newsstand, which was at th... Puis...
TickTock
Tommy Phan was standing beside the car, in pleasantly warm autumn sunshine, holding out his hand to accept the keys from Jim Shine, the salesman, when the fleeting shade touched him. He heard a brief thrumming like frantic wings. Glancing up, he expected to glimpse a sea gull, but not a single bird... Puis...
Flesh in the Furnace
He tells us: "There does not necessarily always have to be a hero and a villain in a conflict. Indeed, most times, there is no hero at all. And when one considers the ways of God and the attitudes of men, there can be little doubt that both factions would share in the villainy. When the war comes, i... Puis...
Night Chills
That was characteristic of him. H. Leonard Dawson, president and principal stockholder of Futurex International, did not at once welcome Salsbury into his office. In fact Dawson kept him waiting until three fifteen. That was characteristic of him. He never allowed his associates to forget that his t... Puis...
Dark Rivers of the Heart
Serpents of red light from its emergency flashers wriggled across his rain-streaked windshield. The rear tire on the driver’s side was flat.A woman sat behind the steering wheel, evidently waiting for help. She appeared to be the only person in the car.The thought of a woman alone in such circumstan... Puis...
Velocity
In the bedroom, he slid aside one of the closet doors. No one. The space under the bed was too tight. No one would choose to hide under there because squirming out quickly wasn’t possible; that hiding place would be a trap. Besides, no overhanging spread curtained that low space. Looking under the b... Puis...
Forever Odd
The inscrutable semaphore of the storm no longer brightened his face, but silhouetted him. The sky, one great galleon with a thousand black sails, signaled, signaled, as if to regain his attention, and thunder boomed. Averted from the lightning, his eyes no longer shone a moonish white. Nevertheless... Puis...
Cold Fire
The sun was a white ball, and the light it shed was as white and bitter as powdered lime. Even with sunglasses, he had to squint. Rising off sun-scorched blacktop, currents of superheated air formed into mirages of people and cars and lakes of water. He was tired, and his eyes felt abraded. The hea... Puis...
Your Heart Belongs to Me
The Learjet and crew would stand by to return Ryan to southern California the following morning. A black Mercedes sedan and chauffeur awaited him at the private-plane terminal. The driver introduced himself as George Zane, an employee of Wilson Mott’s security firm. He wore a black suit, a white shi... Puis...
City of Night
Nebo, an elderly monk in a wool robe with the hood turned back from his shaved head, led Arnie and Deucalion along a stone corridor in which the effects of the hard surfaces were softened by painted mandalas, by the sweet fragrance of incense, and by the buttery light of fat candles on altar tables... Puis...
Hideaway
By the first light of day, he was safely ensconced in the deepest part of his hideaway. Lying on his mattress, staring up the elevator shaft, he treated himself to Oreos and warm root beer, then to a couple of snack-size bags of Reese’s Pieces. Murder was always enormously satisfying. Tremendous in... Puis...
Odd Hours
In fact, people were not in the habit of asking if I would die for them. And I was not accustomed to answering in the positive, without hesitation. I would have died for Stormy Llewellyn, and she would have died for me, and neither of us would have needed to ask the other the question that Annamaria... Puis...
Face of Fear
Harris.” “I’ll talk to him. Put him through. Hello?” “Sorry to bother you, Graham. Can we be less formal than we’ve been? May I call you Graham?” “Sure.” “Please call me Ira.” “I’d be honored.” “You’re very kind. I hope I didn’t interrupt something.” “No.” “I know you’re a busy man. Would you rather... Puis...
Darkfall
He was bracketed by work lights that he and Andy Carnes had brought down from the truck, and the lights were focused on the box; otherwise, the man-high drainage pipe was filled with cool, stagnant darkness. The lights threw off a small measure of heat, and the air was naturally warmer underground... Puis...
Sole Survivor
Joe arrived at the Studio City branch of his bank twenty minutes before the doors closed. When he sold the house here, he had not bothered to switch his account to a branch nearer his one-room apartment in Laurel Canyon. Convenience wasn’t a consideration when time no longer mattered. He went to a w... Puis...
Life Expectancy
For a moment I could think too clearly. As the ground rocked, as the evergreens in the park swayed and shook off dead needles, as the initial blasts gave way to the mad-gods-bowling clatter of stone structures collapsing, I remembered being shot twice and not enjoying it either time. The pain didn’t... Puis...
By the Light of the Moon
Lincoln made you think of Abe, therefore suggesting the wisdom and the integrity of men who rose to greatness from humble origins. Merriweather added a light note, implying a calm, untroubled soul, perhaps even one capable of entertaining moments of frivolity. A proctor was a person who supervised s... Puis...
77 Shadow Street
Every chimney was capped by a fascia of carved acanthus leaves, and each of its four tall walls was decorated with an oval medallion of limestone in which were engraved the letters BV, for Belle Vista.The glazed ceramic-tile roof of the great house appeared flat, but it was slightly sloped from the... Puis...
False Memory
Parked in the southeast corner of the shopping-center lot where they had arranged to meet, it looked like a getaway car. As Dusty parked two spaces away, Ned climbed out of the Camaro, and though it was by no definition a subcompact, there seemed to be a lot more of Ned than there was vehicle. He t... Puis...
Brother Odd
Elvis admired the jars of peanut butter that filled one shelf, perhaps recalling the fried-banana-and-peanut-butter sandwiches that had been a staple of his diet when he was alive. For a while, monks and deputies were busy in the hallways, the refectory, the kitchen, and other nearby rooms. Then qui... Puis...
Seize the Night
So profoundly hushed and lonely was the night, so preternaturally still, I could easily believe that mine was the only heart beating within a thousand miles. Washed by the faint radiance of far nebulae, Dead Town appears to be merely sleeping, an ordinary suburb dreaming its way toward breakfast. T... Puis...
Lost Souls
Lyss was spooked. He looked as scared now as he looked angry earlier. His squinched face was still tight and knotted, but now you could see all the lines were worry lines. Nummy O’Bannon couldn’t sit on the lower bunk, it belonged to Mr. Lyss. So though embarrassed, he sat on the edge of the toilet... Puis...
Fear Nothing
I was in the mood for revelations.First, however, I had to call Sasha, who was waiting to hear about my father.I stopped in St. Bernadette’s cemetery, one of my favorite places, a harbor of darkness in one of the more brightly lighted precincts of town. The trunks of six giant oaks rise like columns... Puis...
A Werewolf Among Us
St. Cyr was convinced, after watching them sift and analyze even the dust in Betty's room, that they were not going to turn up anything worthwhile. In the first five minutes of the investigation they had discovered four animal hairs alien to the human body—three of them in the bloody wound and one u... Puis...
Bad Place
though like everything in dreams, the song was indefinably different from the real tune. Bobby was in a house that was at once familiar yet totally strange, and somehow he knew it was the seaside bungalow to which he and Julie were going to retire young. He drifted into the living room, over a dark... Puis...