Oddkins: A Fable for All Ages

Dean Koontz, Phil Parks

Language: English

Pages: 104

ISBN: 044651490X

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

Blockbuster author Dean Koontz's first novel for young readers, a beautifully illustrated and visually stunning story about a magical band of living toys who learn to overcome the fears we all face in the dark

Toymaker Isaac Bodkins created the Oddkins, a group of living toys, for very special children who face difficulties in life and need true friends. There's Amos, the brave stuffed bear; Skippy, the rabbit who dreams of being a superstar; Butterscotch, the gentle, floppy-eared pup; Burl the elephant; the wise and scholarly Gibbons; and Patch the cat. The Oddkins are given to children to inspire, support, and love them, especially during times of adversity. Only now, the toys themselves are the ones who need help.

Before he dies, Mr. Bodkins delivers a dire warning to Amos the bear: Watch out for an evil toymaker and his dangerous creations! Locked up in the dark sub-basement, another group of toys is climbing out of boxes and crates and coming to life as well. These bad toys—like Rex and Lizzie, the puppets with no strings; Gear, the vicious robot; and Stinger, the horrid buzzing bumblebee with his knife-sharp stinger—were made to hurt children, not help them. Leering, laughing, and deadly, they are let loose into the world by a terrifying force.

Frightening as it may be, the Oddkins must go on a journey to find Colleen Shannon, Mr. Bodkins’s chosen successor as a life-giving toymaker and the only person who can save them. The stormy night is perilous and the Oddkins face a danger that threatens not only their magic . . . but the magic in us all.

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He looked worriedly toward the front doors of the terminal. As his gaze fixed on the rainy night beyond, a bus pulled up at the curb. It was black and strange looking. The sound of the brakes drew the clerk’s attention away from the book he was reading. “What line’s that? Nothing’s due in now. ” Jagg picked up the money-filled suitcase and walked to the front doors of the terminal. He peered through the rain-speckled glass. Outside, the doors of the night-black bus opened, but no one got out of it. Jagg knew this ride had been sent just for him—sent by the same creature he had seen in the mirror.

It was the arm with the cigarette holder, and it was still full of evil life. It clawed its way up from the seat and poked the red-hot cigarette at Gibbons’s head, setting his white hair on fire. Snarling, Butterscotch grabbed hold of the arm with her mouth. She stood on the seat, put two paws on the door, leaned with her head outside the car, and dropped the evil limb into the aisle even as it tried to turn the glowing cigarette on her. Gibbons let go of the wheel to beat at his blazing hair with both hands.

You’re dreaming,” he told himself as he poked among the trees. “Pinch yourself and wake up. ” So he pinched himself. But he did not wake up. He pinched himself again, harder than before. “Ouch,” he said. He still did not wake up. He pinched himself again: “Ouch! ” And yet again: “Ouch! ” He was a stubborn man. When rain began to fall, the leafless trees did not provide much of an umbrella, and he was soon soaked. Shivering, sneezing, feeling foolish, he headed back toward the lane, where the car waited with its engine running and lights blazing.

The marionette pulled hard on the trousers. Because Victor was already off balance, he almost fell. Another marionette, a vile looking little woman in a flapper’s costume from the 1920s, seized the other leg of his pants and pulled hard in that direction. Victor swatted at the male marionette, then at the female, trying to use his flashlight as a club. He missed both of them. The robot pounded on Victor’s toes again, and a new burst of thunder was timed to the toy’s blows, so it seemed as if the thing’s fists had made that colossal sound.

Me too,” said Skippy, appearing at Burl’s side. “Someday, when I’m a famous Funny Bunny, if you can work up a trick or two, I’ll be glad to give you a job on my TV show. ” “Come on,” Amos said. “I get the feeling that those bad toys are close by and closing in. ” The Oddkins hurried together along the dark alleyway. Every time that Amos looked back, the Dalmatian was still at the fence, watching after them. 4. Too Much Adventure 1. A PARK FULL OF many trees and grassy lawns lay at the center of the city.

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