Odd Thomas (Odd Thomas, #1)

by Dean Koontz

DURING MY TWENTY YEARS, I HAVE BEEN IN MANY dark places, some lacking light and others devoid of hope.

When the breeze held its breath, I could hear the click of the switches in the traffic-signal control boxes as the lights changed from green to yellow to red at the intersections.

FOR A WHILE I HAD GONE MAD. MADNESS RUNS in my family. We have a long history of retreating from reality.

I still see dead people, and from time to time I am required to do something about it.