Odd Thomas (Odd Thomas, #1)

by Dean Koontz

I love her intensely. I would throw myself off a high cliff for her if she asked me to jump. I would, of course, need to understand the reasoning behind her request.

Puppies are adorable.”

I had no intention of crossing her. Like most men, I find it mortifying to be ass-kicked by a woman who doesn’t even weigh 110 pounds after Thanksgiving dinner.

My favorite body part is my heart because it is the only thing I have to give Stormy Llewellyn.

“You’re a smooth operator, Odd. She must love to hear you say that—‘my destiny.’” “I love to hear me say it.”

For the niece of a priest, Stormy has a strange relationship with God. There is anger in it—always a little, sometimes a lot.

“Puppies are adorable. I’m not a puppy.” “You and puppies. Totally adorable.”

I kissed her. She kissed back. How right the world was then.

Lying on her side, cuddling against me, she put her head upon my chest to listen to my heart. She got an earful. She often likes to be held in this way until she falls asleep. I am the boatman she trusts to row her into restful dreams.