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

by Dean Koontz

Some psychologists would argue that a man stripped of his past must be an emotional cripple, because we are made of memories. However, this long-enduring world, wrapped in more mysteries than Nameless, functions superbly, and he also thrives, an enigma even to himself but with a solemn purpose.

“They’re young, but I don’t keep anything from them.” “That’s not a bad way to be.”

Certain events are lightly sketched on the future and can be erased. Others are woven into the fabric of all that is to come and resist being unraveled.

But even with the kids to look after, loneliness eats at you like the dry rot. Each day, you feel lighter, hollower.

Jenny isn’t falling in love, but she’s falling in like.

This is his life: confrontation with the darkness that has nothing to do with an absence of light.

Those who are corrupted in turn corrupt the innocent. That is the only purpose of humanity: to deceive, to use, to dominate and destroy.