Intensity: A Novel


Past midnight, Chyna Shepard, twenty-six, gazes out a moonlit window, unable to sleep on her first night in the Napa Valley home of her best friend’s family. Instinct proves reliable. A murderous sociopath, Edgler Foreman Vess, has entered the house, intent on killing everyone inside. A self-proclaimed “homicidal adventurer,” Vess lives only to satisfy all appetites as they arise, to immerse himself in sensation, to live without fear, remorse, or limits, to live with intensity. Chyna is trapped in his deadly orbit.

Chyna is a survivor, toughened by a lifelong struggle for safety and self-respect. Now she will be tested as never before. At first, her sole aim is to get out alive—until, by chance, she learns the identity of Vess’s next intended victim, a faraway innocent only she can save. Driven by a newly discovered thirst for meaning beyond mere self-preservation, Chyna musters every inner resource she has to save an endangered girl . . . as moment by moment, the terrifying threat of Edgler Foreman Vess intensifies.

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If you’ve never read this book, do yourself a favor. . . read it! Actually, scratch that. Do ME a favor and read it. I have to know if this book is as crazy an experience for everyone else as it was for me.

Even if you’re not a fan of Koontz, which I must say, I don’t know how I read so much Koontz when I was younger. It’s exhausting! There are so many words! I know that makes me sound like a moron, but truly. At some point, I became lazy and a fan of more straightforward fiction. I think I OD’d on metaphor re-reading Intensity.

As much as I love this book, it is still saturated with that weird halo of spirituality that Koontz puts on most of his work. Even a serial killing psychopath has to believe in something, I suppose. So if I had written Intensity; I mean if I was lucky enough to have the idea of this book and sat down to write it, it would have been way more gruesome. Not to mention, about 40K fewer words.

I’m about to blow your minds with superficiality here, but the most annoying and hard to get past part of this book is. . . are you ready for it? The names! Chyna? Edgler? First off, I’m not even sure how to pronounce Edgler. Is it Edgler as in, ‘I’m being pushed to the edge of my sanity?’ or is it Edgler as in, Ed gl’orious’ er? I’m so confused. And upon hearing the name, Chyna, I’m not sure anyone’s brain conjures up an image in sync with the character that Koontz has molded. Anyone? I didn’t think so. I know who you guys are seeing hiding in the motorhome.

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