Odd Thomas - Dean Koontz

Many people in Pico Mundo think Odd Thomas some sort of psychic: perhaps a clairvoyant, a thaumaturge, seer, something. None but a handful know that he sees the restless dad, those with unfinished business and, sometimes, plenty of postmortem rage.

The dead are sensitive to the living. They have walked this path ahead of us and know our fears, our failings, our desperate hopes. People often are frightened by the prospect of opening their minds and hearts to the truth of a universe far more complex and meaningful than the material world that their education tells them is the sum of all things. Even in chaos there is order, purpose, and strange meaning that invites--but often thwarts--investigation and understanding.

The day begins as uncannily still as dawn on Judgement Day one breath before the sky cracks open. Odd's sixth sense is alert to the imminence of an event that will change himself and his world. It attaches itself to the man eating a massive breakfast in the restaurant where Odd is an acclaimed fry cook. This is a man with an appetite for operatic terror.