In the Heart of the Fire (Nameless: Season One, #1)

by Dean Koontz

They were removed with the application of a series of lightly applied acids and CO2 laser treatments.

That would be so relaxing to undergo

Pajama-clad young Max is crumpled in a corner of the kitchen, his face broken into a jigsaw puzzle by hammer blows. Jenny lies facedown, the back of her skull cracked and concave, the pieces held together by a mortar of extruded brains. Seraphina is not present.

this is sick

Jenny’s late father was Air Force, and her late husband was a Navy SEAL. She associates uniforms with goodness and reliability.

It’s funny how half assume uniforms are good and innocent and the other half assume they’re rude and corrupt—the ladder is more often true from what I’ve experienced

Nameless says, “Remember me, Attila.”

If anything happens to this innocent dog, I will lay down in front of a moving train

Harnessed safely in the passenger seat, Attila drops the ball that he’s been holding in his mouth in expectation of play, and he barks once.

Raaaaaaa