I've been worried about Dean Koontz. Whoever has been writing his last dozen books has been doing a lousy job and needed to be taken out somewhere and given a stern talking to. Some of them have barely been coherent rants against society, or so poorly put together they made no sense whatsoever. I began to suspect a cheap ghostwriter. And I've been mostly underwhelmed so far by the Odd series. The first was fine Koontz, but the series has been sliding ever since.But Odd Apocalypse is a welcome return to vintage Koontz. Eliptical conversations that make sense to everyone but the narrator, delightfully twisted villains, weird creatures stalking the world, strange goings on and a cracking pace: All this is classic Koontz, and I soaked it up with relish and fries.Welcome back, Dean. We missed you.