i’ve been holding a sentiment for "lightning" by dean koontz. it’s the kind of story that lingers in your mind long after the last page, the tension pulsing like a slow heartbeat. the way the ordinary and extraordinary collide, the quiet suspense, and the moments of humanity tucked into chaos—they all feel like little sparks illuminating dark corners. i often find myself revisiting it, not for the plot alone, but to feel the pulse of that careful, deliberate storytelling and the thrill of noticing what others might overlook.