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“My unique path through life has led me, however, to fear known threats but seldom the unknown, while most people fear both.”

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Odd Thomas

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Dean Koontz
Dean Koontz

Renowned American author known for his suspense and horror novels. He has been writing since the 1970s and his works have been widely popular, winning numerous international awards. more

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