Poor Ryan. First he finds out he has a bad heart. Then a year after the transplant, someone wants his new one.
Oh Mr. Koontz. What happened. When did you start letting Anna do your job? I kept looking for drool as I read. Or maybe, someone else stole your identity. That was not your voice, unless you have a split personality. Better luck on the next one.
All kidding aside, I wouldn’t have believed that this was written by Mr. Koontz had I not seen his name on the cover. After reading 40 of his novels, I have never ran across such a blatant agenda being pushed through before. This wasn’t a good example of Mr. Koontz’s masterful writing. I would advise you to miss out on this one.