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Seize The Night. By: Dean R. Koontz

Synopsis:

Chris Snow, the light-phobic, oddball hero of Dean Koontz’s Fear

Nothing, is once again caught in the middle of something ugly.

The children (and pets) of Moonlight Bay, California, are disappearing.

The first to go is Jimmy Wing, the son of Snow’s former girlfriend,

Lilly. Then Snow’s own hyper-intelligent dog goes missing. Snow decides

that he will find them, but what he uncovers is more than just a simple

kidnapping, before he can turn back, he’s up against an age-old

vendetta, an active time machine, and a genetic experiment gone awry.

Seize the Night offers up the same eclectic mix of characters that

appeared in Fear Nothing, board head Bobby, disc jockey Sasha, Snow, and

all of their friends band together to find the missing kids and figure

out why the people of Moonlight Bay are morphing into demonic versions

of their former selves. They outsmart corrupt cops, outrun genetically

enhanced monkeys, and outlive a time warp with a vengeance–all between

nightfall and sunrise, the only time that Snow can be outside.

Though the premise is a little bit hard to believe, and the surf lingo

occasionally irritating, Seize the Night is ultimately fun to read.

Koontz successfully draws you in and keeps you entertained through an

unexpected climax and an enlightening resolution.

ALSO BY DEAN KOONTZ Fear Nothing Mr. Murder Dragon Tears Hideaway Cold

Fire The Bad Place Midnight Lightning Watchers Strangers Twilight Eyes

Dark fall Phantoms Whispers The Mask The Vision The Face of Fear Night

Chills Shattered The Voice of the Night The Servants of Twilight The

House of Thunder The Key to Midnight The Eyes of Darkness Shadowfieres

Winter Moon The Door to December Dark Rivers of the Heart Icebound

Strange Highways Intensity Sole Survivor Ticktock The Fun house Demon

Seed DEON SOONTI BANTAM BOOKS new york toronto london sydney auckland

This second Christopher Snow adventure is dedicated to Richard

Aprahamian and to Richard Heller, who bring honor to the law and who so

far have kept me out of jail!

This is a work of fiction. The characters, names, incidents, places, and

plot are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

Any resemblance to actual persons, companies, or events is purely

coincidental.

of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any

means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or

by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in

writing from the publisher. For information address, Bantam Books.

ISBN 0-553-10665-1

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are published by Bantam Books, a division of Random House, Inc. Its

trademark, consisting of the words “Bantam Books” and the portrayal of a

rooster, is Registered in U. S. Patent and Trademark Office and in other

countries. Marca registration. Bantam Books, 1540 Broadway, New York,

New York 10036.

PRINTED IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA Friendship is precious, not only

in the shade, but in the sunshine of life. And thanks to a benevolent

arrangement of things, the greater part of life is sunshine.

Thomas Jefferson First My name is Christopher Snow. The following

account is an installment in my personal journal. If you are reading it,

I am probably dead.

If I am not dead, then because of the reportage herein, I am now or soon

will be one of the most famous people on the planet. If no one ever

reads this, it will be because the world as we know it has ceased to

exist and human civilization is gone forever. I am no more vain than the

average person, and instead of universal recognition, I prefer the peace

of anonymity. Nevertheless, if the choice is between Armageddon and

fame, I’d prefer to be famous.

Elsewhere, night falls, but in Moonlight Bay it steals upon us with

barely a whisper, like a gentle dark-sapphire surf licking a beach. At

dawn, when the night retreats across the Pacific toward distant Asia, it

is reluctant to go, leaving deep black pools in alleyways, under parked