Dean Koontz

Well, here we are again in July, when I was born quite a few years ago, and still the U.S. government has not changed the name of the month to Deanuary or Deantember.

Our golden retriever, Elsa, has food sensitivities.

It’s been a month of chaos here, with real life intruding into Koontzland in ways that I simply refuse to tolerate.

I have always thought two simple rules of life would carry me through all situations: 1) treat others as you would like to be treated, which includes not lying or stealing or causing physical harm or reciting rude limericks with a megaphone; 2) realize th…

Well, I’m delighted by the early reaction to The Friend of the Family, which is one of my favorites of own works.

I once fell off a roof and landed on a concrete sidewalk.

Until I was eleven, we had an outhouse.

In spite of Brussels sprouts and the horrific but delicious tragedy of the turkey, Thanksgiving is one of my favorite holidays.

Every year as Halloween approaches and we are subjected to more scary movies, scary books, scary candy, and scary people doing even more scary things than they usually do, I sooner than later think of my stomach.

We live in cynical times when so many silly people say there are no such things as unicorns or flying dragons.