In der Kälte der Nacht

Koontz weaves a dark atmosphere with mysterious forces—I'm curious whether he drew from folklore, personal fears, or original ideas.

The lines between good and evil felt blurred, making me question how much of our morality is situational. Was that intentional to provoke reflection?

Koontz seems to keep the tension simmering without rushing — I wonder if he planned the story's rhythm from the start or let it develop naturally.