Darkness comes/Darkfall - 1984. This is propably the most "Mastertonian" book written by Koontz, as it deals with voodoo.
Baba Lavelle is a newcomer in town, and he's planning to take over the drug business. However, he's not your average thug - he's a Bocor, which basically means he can conjure the most wicked demons and send them after his enemies.
Koontz's use of visual imagery is outstanding. That's one of the fact I miss in his recent works. The demons, the chases are all beautifuly rendered.
The bad thing is the silly morality of the characters. He desperately tries to get readers to feel for the heroine, who wouldn't go with the good cop because...
A junkie came into the shop her father owned, and despite the fact that the man gave him money that he wanted he killed him.
That's a tragedy.
But he returned and shot the woman's mother, who was in the shop too.
That's a double tragedy, really. But here things start becoming ridiculous:
She goes to be raised by her grandparents...and her grandfather dies. Then it's only her and the grandmother, who...you won't guess...also dies. LOL ! The woman brings bad omens like the girl in Paranormal Activity. Kick her out of the house!
Of course after telling the good guy all this macabre there's a graphic sex scene that's quite embarassing to read.
Here are some quotes to illustrate the subtle differenes between good and evil in this novel.
"Hell's bells, no cop would fail to back up a partner," all said.
"Some would," Jack said.
"Damned few. And if they did, they wouldn't be cops for long."
"Not all cops are corrupt. In fact, not even most of them
are."
"I'm a cop, for God's sake! You can't make me back down by threatening
me. Threats just make me all the more interested in finding you."
"You threaten my kids, you asshole, you just threw away whatever chance
you had. Who do you think you are? My God, where do you think you are?
This is America, you dumb shit. You can't get away with that kind of
stuff here, threatening my kids." - LOL apparently you can't threat people in America, even in fiction. Uncle Sam is watching.
Here are some descriptions of the bad guy, who comes to help the good guys by providing them with a photo of Lavelle.
"Don Gennaro Carramazza, patriarch of the most powerful
mafia family in New York.(...)He had a surprisingly cultured voice." - that's a good beginning, but...
"The old man looked like a lizard. His eyes were hooded by heavy,
pebbled lids. He was almost entirely bald. His face was wizened and
leathery, with sharp features and a wide, thin-lipped mouth. He moved
like a lizard, too: very still for long moments, then brief flurries of
activity, quick darlings and swivelings of the head." - so, there's something about him...
Now some dialogue:
"There's no reason to be
afraid of me, you know."
Afraid? But I'm not."
"When you were reluctant to get into the car, I thought-"
"Oh, that wasn't fear," she said icily. "I was worried the dry cleaner
might not be able to get the stink out of my clothes." - girl, where are your manners ? Here it begins:
"You're a thug, a thief, a murderer, a dopepeddler, a pimp"(...)You can't insult a pig merely by calling it a pig."
"Remember," Jack said, "he's lost a nephew and a brother today."
"Both of whom were dope peddlers, thugs, and murderers," she said. - whoa whoa whoa !
"The old man's reptilian hands remained perfectly still on top of the
attache case. He turned his cobra eyes on Jack." - okay I get it he's bad ! But ole Koontz doesn't stop, and his narrator joins in the bashing:
"There was no veneer of gentility now. The old man looked more reptilian than ever. Like a snake in a thousand-dollar suit. A very poisonous snake."(...)His dark eyes, always disturbing, now shone with a rage so intense, so inhuman that it communicated itself to Jack and sent a chill up his spine.(...)His eyes blinked once, twice, slow as lizard eyes.HE'S A LIZARD I GET IT DAMNIT!
"This murderer, this geriatric dope peddler, this ancient racketeer, this supremely dangerous poisonous lizard of a man..." thank you, captain obvious.
PS. Ancient Racketeer ? What stuff you have to take to think up something like that ?
Plus one special quote for the end:
"Fondling his genitals, he recited a short prayer."
Isn't it neat ?