As a devastating hurricane approaches New Orleans, Victor Helios, once know as Frankenstein, has unleashed his benighted creatures onto the streets. As New Orleans descends into chaos, his engineered killers spin out of control, and the only hope rests with Victor’s first and failed attempt to build the perfect human, whose damned path has led him to the ultimate confrontation with his pitiless creator.

I’m alive but I have no life. I’m alive but also dead. I’m dead and alive.

‘Dean Koontz is not just a master of our darkest dreams, but also a literary juggler.’ The Times

After waiting 3 years to read this book, I was oddly disappointed. It felt rushed, the action was like a preview for book 4 and after reading it I was left wanting more. Looking through comments on Amazon, I was thinking, man, I am not the only one

I enjoyed the previous two volumes in this series and can’t believe that this is even the same writer. Did Dean Koontz subcontract this out. The two central cop characters of the earlier novels are lazily sketched thumbnails of their former selves and actually spend the whole book driving around and doing, er, absolutely nothing! Random events are seemingly just shoehorned into the plot, such as it is, in an apparent attempt to bulk up the number of pages in this poorly conceived volume.

Some parts are quite lyrical and nicely done:

Imagine that you are more than nothing. Evil made you, but you are no more evil than a child unborn. If you want, if you seek, if you hope, who is to say that your hope might not be answered?

And others just like Dobbie from Harry Potter came back alive:

Jocko likes salty, Jocko likes sweet, but never bring Jocko any hot sauce, like with jalapenos, because it makes Jocko squirt funny-smelling stuff out his ears.