Okay, maybe I missed something. Maybe I'm not the horror audience that Tom Piccirilli was looking for when he wrote this book. I'm a horror fan, have loved anything by King or Koontz since I was in junior high. I read at least a book a week and consider myself to be fairly intelligent. This book, however, lost me in the first 100 pages and I just never seemed to find my way back to the author's train of thought. Perhaps my tastes are better suited to the writings of King, Koontz, McCammon and Little, because this book bored the daylights out of me.