Memories of Tomorrow (Nameless: Season One, #6)

by Dean Koontz

If all of us would just make one another feel special now and then—not just with money, but however we can—wouldn’t that be lovely?

She should be here with him. Unless there’s some guardian angel school she has to go to or a license she has to get.

Without armor, without Excalibur, but with magical goggles that would dazzle even Merlin, pistol in hand, Nameless proceeds into the world below southern Indiana.

But what if the amnesia imposed on him, with his assent, means he, too, is living a lie . . . ?

How ironic if the agent of truth is, himself, on the run from truth.

“Very sure. I’m a coward, Beth.” “Sir,” Howard says, rising from his chair, “that’s one thing you’re for damn sure not.” Getting to his feet, Nameless says, “It depends on how you define the word.”