Maybe I just read this too soon after Hideaway but I'm sick of Koontz just bringing out angels to fix everything at the end. Also his own little soapbox moments are tiresome. I gave him the benefit of the doubt with Hideaway and told myself that the anti-liberal stuff was the characters' opinions but it's too prevalent in this novel, too, to be coincidence. Koontz can only write one male lead and I think it's his own hero-version of himself. 

The dialogue is better in this novel than the last two of Koontz' that I read, and there were a couple of genuine chills, so points for that.

Also I'm sick of people using Roman Castevet as a clever little easer egg name in their Satanist horror; it long ago ceased to be amusing. 

There's also a strange fixation on describing this kid peeing on a houseplant. He literally does it like four times. It was weird. I couldn't tell if Koontz was trying to be funny?