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The Voice in the Night
I happily remain a fan! I've been a dedicated Koontz fan since the '90's. BUT, it's painfully obvious in this novel that his talent would need a few years to mature and blossom lol. Can't bring myself to speak badly of him, he is amazing. If I read this back in the '90's, I don't remember it or it was just forgettable. For a quick read on my day off, this was okay. I am a huge fan of Dean Koontz, but this is not one of my favorites. On the other hand, part of what I didn't like about this book is one of the things that makes DK such an awesome writer-the creepiness of human nature.
Without a single ghost, vampire or werewolf, or anything other than pure human nature, he has made this a very creepy and worrisome book. My main problem with this story is that it was too drawn out. As a shorter story, with less building of the unimportant to me characters and scenes, this may have been much better. One person found this helpful.
This book, I think, was written a while ago but as always it's a page turner! Can't put it down, just like all his books! I also did like that the main characters were young adults. Not that I mind when his protagonists are adult men, but it's nice to have the variety!
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It's an interesting story and I recommend it to any Dean Koontz fan, but maybe for a new reader start with "Watchers". One of his earlier works, it is interesting to see how much Mr Koontz has grown his product throughout the years. See all reviews. There's a problem loading this menu right now. Learn more about Amazon Prime. Get fast, free shipping with Amazon Prime. Get to Know Us. English Choose a language for shopping.
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We must float off the stuff to him in it. This we did, propelling it away from the vessel, out into the darkness, by means of a boat hook. In a minute a slight cry from the Invisible came to us, and we knew that he had secured the box. A little later he called out a farewell to us, and so heartful a blessing, that I am sure we were the better for it. Then, without more ado, we heard the ply of oars across the darkness. And so the time slipped away—an hour, another, and still Will stayed with me; for the queer adventure had knocked all desire for sleep out of him.
The third hour was three parts through when we heard again the sound of oars across the silent ocean. The dipping of the oars grew nearer, and I noted that the strokes were firmer and longer. The food had been needed. They came to a stop a little distance off the broadside, and the queer voice came again to us through the darkness:. Will began to make some reply, in a puzzled voice; but became confused, and broke off short. I was wondering at the curious pauses, and, apart from my wonder, I was full of a great sympathy. We had thought to go out, without telling anyone of the terror which has come into our—lives.
They were entirely callous, through fear, and when we came up upon the decks, we saw them only as small shapes afar off upon the horizon. Yet we did not despair, but set to work and constructed a small raft.
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Then, the vessel being very deep in the water, we got ourselves onto the raft and pushed off. Then, towards evening, it grew misty, and so through the night. The next day we were still encompassed by the mist, the weather remaining quiet. Gradually it became plainer, and, somewhat after midnight, it appeared to sound upon either hand at no very great space. The raft was raised upon a swell several times, and then we were in smooth water, and the noise of the breakers was behind. With one accord, we fell upon our knees and thanked God, for we thought that here was an end to our perils.
We had much to learn. Presently the raft touched against the side of the vessel, and seeing a rope hanging downward, I seized it and began to climb. Yet I had much ado to make my way up, because of a kind of grey, lichenous fungus that had seized upon the rope, and which blotched the side of the ship lividly. Here I saw that the decks were covered, in great patches, with grey masses, some of them rising into nodules several feet in height; but at the time I thought less of this matter than of the possibility of there being people aboard the ship. I shouted; but none answered.
Then I went to the door below the poop deck. I opened it, and peered in. There was a great smell of staleness, so that I knew in a moment that nothing living was within, and with the knowledge, I shut the door quickly; for I felt suddenly lonely. My—my sweetheart was still sitting quietly upon the raft.
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Seeing me look down, she called up to know whether there were any aboard of the ship. I replied that the vessel had the appearance of having been long deserted, but that if she would wait a little I would see whether there was anything in the shape of a ladder by which she could ascend to the deck. Then we would make a search through the vessel together. A little later, on the opposite side of the decks, I found a rope side ladder. This I carried across, and a minute afterwards she was beside me.
Here and there, within the cabins themselves, we came across odd patches of that queer fungus; but this, as my sweetheart said, could be cleansed away. Together we cleared out and cleaned two of the cabins; and after that I made examination whether there was anything eatable in the ship. This I soon found was so, and thanked God in my heart for His goodness. In addition to this I discovered the whereabouts of the fresh-water pump, and having fixed it, I found the water drinkable, though somewhat unpleasant to the taste.
We were busily engaged in making the place habitable. Yet even thus early we became aware that our lot was even less to be desired than might have been imagined; for though, as a first step, we scraped away the odd patches of growth that studded the floors and walls of the cabins and saloon, yet they returned almost to their original size within the space of twenty-four hours, which not only discouraged us but gave us a feeling of vague unease. Yet, by the end of the week the growth had returned in full strength, and, in addition, it had spread to other places, as though our touching it had allowed germs from it to travel elsewhere.
At that, she came to me, as soon as she could get her garments upon her. I was in the galley at the time lighting the fire for breakfast. When I saw the thing upon her pillow I shuddered, and then and there we agreed to go right out of the ship and see whether we could not fare to make ourselves more comfortable ashore. I threw the whole thing over the side without saying anything to her. Yet, as we drew near to it, I became gradually aware that here the vile fungus, which had driven us from the ship, was growing riot.
In places it rose into horrible, fantastic mounds, which seemed almost to quiver, as with a quiet life, when the wind blew across them. Here and there it took on the forms of vast fingers, and in others it just spread out flat and smooth and treacherous. Odd places, it appeared as grotesque stunted trees, seeming extraordinarily kinked and gnarled—the whole quaking vilely at times. It was not sand. What it was I do not know. All that I have observed is that upon it the fungus will not grow; while everywhere else, save where the sand-like earth wanders oddly, path-wise, amid the grey desolation of the lichen, there is nothing but that loathsome greyness.
Then we went back to the ship for such things as it seemed to us we should need. In these we lived and stored our various necessities, and thus for a matter of some four weeks all went smoothly and without particular unhappiness. Indeed, I may say with much happiness—for—for we were together.