Odd Thomas Review Novels & Stories

- I have another surprise for you, Rita. - Surprise? It is so unusual to receive surprises in here. - Well, don’t ever lose hope. Please, you can come in. I heard some very familiar footsteps and then Adam Oakland was framing the door. His gaze was also amazed as it has some traces of rancor. Even now I don’t understand why his attitude changed so much. I don’t really know him from my previous life but maybe you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover should have meant the other way around in Adams’s situation.

Devon POV: Slumping on my seat in my office, I sighed deeply. This was the first time in the thousands of years I've lived that I'd think about someone so much. The most annoying thing was that my thoughts weren't occupied by a female, but a male at that! " I'm homophobic, for goodness’ sake!” I yelled and smashed the wine filled glass I was formerly twirling. I ran my fingers through my hair, praying to the goddess that he'd leave my thought, but soon got interrupted when the door was slammed open.

Amy said, eyeing the way Isadora’s fingers twitched against her thigh. “Been too long since I’ve twisted a neck,” she said, almost wistfully. “Or put a bullet straight through someone’s chest.” Amy chuckled low. “You might get your chance tonight.” Thomas entered then, wiping his hands on a rag, smelling faintly of engine oil and gunpowder. He glanced between them, reading the room immediately. Amy exhaled smoke and leaned forward on the desk. “Alright, felons. Let’s catch this motherfucker.”

The man groaned and cursed, as he struggled to restrain me. When he finally secured my wrist over my head with a cuff, and straddled my hips, with his leg holding mine so I couldn't move, we both exhaled, me in surrender and him in exhaustion, and I realized why when I saw the blood dripping down his arm, his thigh, and lower abdomen. But he was strong. He had three bullets in him and yet he still easily overpowered me. "Where's the video... Tell me and I might spare your life" he said, his voice sounding like that of the dead. He was a killer and I knew I wasn't going to get out alive even if I gave him the flash drive.

“So what’s my job in all this? Tux model? Flower boy?” “Both,” Odessa said immediately. Jonah sputtered. “I was joking!” The door creaked as Thomas slipped in, carrying a crate of candles balanced effortlessly on one shoulder. His revolver rested in its holster even here, a habit he refused to break. “Adonis, these yours?” he asked, setting the crate down with a solid thunk. “They are,” Adonis confirmed. “Just wait till you see them lit. The ambiance will be…” He kissed his fingers dramatically. “Perfect.”

Thomas was a very exhausting human. "I know what it is. It's that Catcher bastard. Oh, I can smell his dirty paws all over this. He probably paid them to say all these hateful things about me," He looked up at me and met my eyes since he began his rant, "They called me unintellectual. THEY FUCKING CALLED ME DUMB! CAN YOU FUCKING BELIEVE THAT?!" Good old Brian Catcher. That man for sure had my vote. But as for Thomas' question, I shook my head saying no but the truth was that I could actually believe it. Anyone who spent fifteen minutes with Thomas would most surely be able to believe it.

Cornelius sneered almost at the same time as Thomas. “I would have thought the young masters of the Sleighs were more prudent than to attempt kidnapping.” Thomas shook his head, his expression halfway between disdain and mockery. “Desperation drives sense out the window.” Oden shrugged, hiding the pain of betrayal deep within his eyes. He had never promised anything, to not expect betrayal and yet it ached. “I doubt that.” Jack who was quiet all this time slowly opened his mouth “This looks more like the old master’s handicraft.”