Photographing the Dead (Nameless: Season One, #2)

by Dean Koontz

Once upon a time, the woods were safe. The only threats were mountain lions or bears, and they were rare.

“Girls who want a little danger in their lives will end up with a lot of it.”

He never dreams, at least not that he remembers. However, when awake, he sometimes has visions, clairvoyant flashes, that are often as terrifying as nightmares.

What would the world be if Death chose not to cull the herd of humanity?

Justice is often in the eye of the beholder; what is justice to some can look like injustice to others. Justice can be politicized, but truth cannot; truth is what it is.

“Nevertheless, we both know that career prosecutors of high ambition and a grand jury of easily manipulated fools can destroy the innocent as easily as they can destroy the guilty.”

He is unique. He is the incarnation of Death. He fears nothing, because Death has nothing to fear. Death cannot die. Death and Death alone is immortal.

Concerning people who commit the most terrible crimes, he does not believe in second chances or the possibility of rehabilitation. For them, he doesn’t believe in pity or mercy.