![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() In another minute, this dead man would be in the shadows behind them, saying, “I think we are in rats’ alley.” There’s evidence he tried to fight something off, but no evidence that his shotgun harmed anyone but himself. Neil and Molly leave their house to try to team up with neighbors and find one of them dead in his bathroom. At least, that’s the best theory they have so far. The world appears to be under attack by aliens with unseen ships. Later they turn on the news to discover the oceans have been sucked into the sky and poured out on the entire world. She’s scared when her husband, Neil, cries out in his sleep. Molly Sloan is disturbed by her impression of watchful evil and the nasty feel and smell of the rain. Just a heavy downpour with a slick glow in the water. The story begins with a sudden gullywasher of luminescent rain that scares coyotes onto the heroine’s porch. I don’t read horror novels, so I worried this one might work me over, but I’m fine. We had a full day of heavy rain when I started reading, which was perfect atmosphere for blurring reality with imagination, if one were into that sort of thing. I picked a good time to read Dean Koontz’s 2004 novel of apocalyptic horror, The Taking. ![]()
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