| “The dead don't talk. I don't know why.” But
they do try to communicate, with a short-order cook in a small desert
town serving as their reluctant confidant. Odd Thomas thinks of himself
as an ordinary guy, if possessed of a certain measure of talent at the
Pico Mundo Grill and rapturously in love with the most beautiful girl
in the world, Stormy Llewellyn. Maybe he has a gift, maybe it’s a
curse, Odd has never been sure, but he tries to do his best by the
silent souls who seek him out. Sometimes they want justice, and Odd’s
otherworldly tips to Pico Mundo's sympathetic police chief, Wyatt
Porter, can solve a crime. Occasionally they can prevent one. But this
time it's different.
A mysterious man comes to town with a
voracious appetite, a filing cabinet stuffed with information on the
world's worst killers, and a pack of hyena-like shades following him
wherever he goes. Who the man is and what he wants, not even Odd’s
deceased informants can tell him. His most ominous clue is a page
ripped from a day-by-day calendar for August 15.
Today is August 14.
In
less than twenty-four hours, Pico Mundo will awaken to a day of
catastrophe. As evil coils under the searing desert sun, Odd travels
through the shifting prisms of his world, struggling to avert a looming
cataclysm with the aid of his soul mate and an unlikely community of
allies that includes the King of Rock 'n' Roll. His account of two
shattering days when past and present, fate and destiny converge is the
stuff of our worst nightmares—and a testament by which to live: sanely
if not safely, with courage, humor, and a full heart that even in the
darkness must persevere. |