Frankenstein: Dead And Alive: A Novel by Dean KoontzFrankenstein: Dead And Alive: A Novel by Dean Koontz

Frankenstein: Dead And Alive: A Novel

byDean Koontz

Paperback | July 28, 2009

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From the celebrated imagination of Dean Koontz comes a powerful reworking of one of the classic stories of all time. If you think you know the legend, you know only half the truth. Now the mesmerizing saga concludes. . . .

As a devastating hurricane approaches, as the benighted creations of Victor Helios begin to spin out of control, as New Orleans descends into chaos and the future of humanity hangs in the balance, the only hope rests with Victor’s first, failed attempt to build the perfect human. Deucalion’s centuries-old history began as the original manifestation of a soulless vision–and it is fated to end in the ultimate confrontation between a damned creature and his mad creator. But first they must face a monstrosity not even Victor’s malignant mind could have conceived–an indestructible entity that steps out of humankind’s collective nightmare with powers, and a purpose, beyond imagining.
Dean Koontz, the author of many #1 New York Times bestsellers, lives in Southern California with his wife, Gerda, their golden retriever, Elsa, and the enduring spirit of their goldens, Trixie and Anna.
Title:Frankenstein: Dead And Alive: A NovelFormat:PaperbackDimensions:384 pages, 7.5 × 4.2 × 0.94 inPublished:July 28, 2009Publisher:Random House Publishing GroupLanguage:English

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ISBN - 10:0553587900

ISBN - 13:9780553587906

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Rated 3 out of 5 by from Improvement over book 2 Book 3 of the series was ok. Not great. Jocko was the highlite of this book for me and could have made book 2 better had he been better utilized. One of the main problems with the series is how signifigant characters in book 1 became little more than sidebars in the next couple of books. Sort of made Book 1 (best in the series) sort of pointless.
Date published: 2012-03-15
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Spectacular retelling. This was a spectacular retelling of the original story with elements drawn from other great sci-fi themes. Dean R. Koontz is on par with Stephen King in his masterful telling of stories. When you pick up one his books the theater of the mind begins and you forget that you are even reading one of his novels, you are sitting on the shoulder of the main character and taking it all in as they do.
Date published: 2011-12-18
Rated 3 out of 5 by from So much potential...dead & alive This book was certainly more focused and enjoyable than the second installment of the series, but the dialogue was silly, to the point of being infantile at times, and some of the more suspenseful moments were skimmed over. Koontz is supposed to be a premier writer of horror, so write horror. In one scene, one of Frankenstein's creations goes on a killing spree, and the author details the first murder it commits by saying something like this: it killed the pizza delivery guy. That's it. The second murder is described as being "horrific & gruesome" but no details are ever given. Again, it seems written for a child who cannot handle the grotesque details a good horror piece entails. All is not lost, as the creations start to rebel, and develop their own personalities, be them good or bad, while the novel's conclusion leaves the reader believing that there is more to come, but we are not sure exactly how or when the "good" doctor may return.
Date published: 2011-08-03
Rated 4 out of 5 by from What an ending! It's only as I was reading this 3rd installment in the Frankenstein series that I remembered what I had read in the previous book. It may help others to read the first 2 books again before reading this third, unless you've got a really good memory. The ending didn't disappoint, either!
Date published: 2009-11-06
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Never a dissappointment with a Koontz novel After a long wait for the 3rd in this series, it was well worth it. His talent to create enduring well developed characters never fails. Some characters you can sympathize with, others you find endearing and root for them throughout. Then there are those you despise that bring you deep into their world of darkness and evil… Mix them all up and you get a roller coaster ride between the start and finish that grabs and doesn’t let up….
Date published: 2009-08-26
Rated 2 out of 5 by from Where is Dean Koontz??? After reading the first 2 books in the "Frankenstein" series, I was so looking forward to the next book. After 2 years of waiting for Book 3, reading it cover to cover and digesting it with a rather bad taste being left in my mouth and THEN finding out that it was the finale to the series...I have to wonder if Dean Koontz really wrote this final installment. If he did, I think he has lost his touch or just wanted to "get it over with" and wrote something that our teachers used to call "BS-ing our way through something." Sorry for that brash comment but that's how I feel. The finale lacked everything that the first 2 books had. I was disappointed and left wondering what happened to my beloved author. No *spoilers* from'll just have to read it yourself.
Date published: 2009-08-13
Rated 5 out of 5 by from A thoroughly satisfying ending to a fantastic trilogy!!! As I've said in my reviews of the previous two books in this series, I am not a fan of Dean Koontz's other books, nor am I a big fan of the Frankenstein story in it's traditional incarnations, but I absolutely LOVED this series! The whole concept of presenting the Frankenstein story re-written in the modern era is just so clever and offers so many interesting potential aspects that I couldn't wait to see where Koontz was going to take me. Basically, he took me on a thrill-ride par excellence! Having read the other two reviews here, I can only say that my perspective on this final installment in Dean Koontz's Frankenstein series is very different. I thought Koontz did a great job of finishing the story. Yes, the character of Helios is the most featured, but since he's the one trying to destroy and remake the world, that doesn't seem unreasonable to me. As with others, I don't want to put any spoilers in here and ruin it for those who haven't read the book, but I think I can give some general comments: -The character of Victor Helios aka Frankenstein, is the person for whom the term "megalomaniac" was coined, and is so deliciously arrogant, self-absorbed and downright evil and nasty, that you can just revel in hating him and rooting for Deucalion, Carson and Michael to defeat him! -The characters of the "new race" both those introduced in the past two books and the new ones, are, in my opinion well-developed and contribute interesting twists to the developing plot. In fact some of them are just so creative and clever, you'll find yourself thinking: "Wow, what kind of mind does Koontz have that he came up with that?!" -The story moves along at a fast clip, with the feature from the past books of the chapters alternating between various characters' storylines being in evidence here to, thus keeping you reading non-stop because virtually each chapter ends in a clif-hanger of someone's storyline. The book is a fast, easy read, and the story is wrapped up thoroughly and in a satisfying fashion. I am completely happy with the way this series was wrapped up. There is an opening left for the possibility of future books, but this story is brought to a proper close, which is a big positive for me. In any event, if you have been reading this series, you must read the final book! If you haven't read the first two (Prodigal Son and City of Night), I highly recommend you pick them up along with this one and don't make any plans for at least 48 hours, because once you start this series, you won't want to stop until you get to the end of book three!
Date published: 2009-08-11
Rated 2 out of 5 by from Disappointing After much anticipation for well over two years, I finally got to read the final installment of one of the best series I've ever read. The first two books, Prodigal Son and City of Night I consumed in short order and left me wanting more. The third book however, after devouring it in the same amount of time, left a bitter aftertaste in my mouth. The characters Carson O'Conner, Michael Maddison and Deucalion are very memorable in the Frankenstein series but their roles in Book Three seemed to be secondary. Without spoiling the plot, new "New Race" characters are introduced in Book Three that for the most part seemed unnecessary and irrelevant. Unfortunately, these characters watered down the likes of Carson and Michael, and especially Deucalion who I wanted to see more of since he is one of the most captivating characters I've ever read. The only principal character whose role didn't diminish in favour of the redundant New Race characters is Victor Helios (Frankenstein) who Koontz uses as a subject of a character study of how sheer arrogance can blind the most brilliant. The series really picked up steam by the end of Book Two however Book Three seemed rushed in putting an end to the series. For example, Koontz touched on a couple of sub-plots such as the fate of Carson's father and then he quickly resolved that plot in three sentences or less at one of the most unlikely of places in the story. Even the final showdown was abbreviated and makes the reader feel cheated (I say no more). Could the series have fizzled because there was a two year gap between Book Two and Book Three? Possibly. But with a writer of Koontz's calibre, I expected the final installment to be as enthralling as the previous two installments regardless of how much of a time gap there was. Instead, all I read was a book full of useless characters that slowed the pace of the book, incomplete characters (with the exception of Helios) and a disappointing finale that made you wonder if Deucalion was still in Tibet when it happened. Too bad.
Date published: 2009-08-03
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Finally its out, but mixed feelings We waited soooo long for this. It finally comes and I read it cover to cover without any breaks. My hours of immersion with the characters and story I waited for so long was mostly enjoyable. The story takes off from the earlier plot of the last book and ties it together nicely. I won't spoil it by saying anything more, other than I don't see the relevance to the hurricane in New Orleans that caused the delay in the release of the book and I thought things wrapped up a wee bit abruptly in the last 100 or so pages. All in all the book starts out incredibly well, then tapers off towards the end with what seems like just finishing the story without a bang. It was an enjoyable read, but the wait was not justafiable. I wonder about the fourth book?????????? Bunky -- Saskatoon
Date published: 2009-07-25

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Chapter OneHalf past a windless midnight, rain cantered out of the Gulf, across the shore and the levees: parades of phantom horses striking hoof rhythms from roofs of tarpaper, tin, tile, shingles, slate, counting cadence along the avenues.Usually a late-night town where restaurants and jazz clubs cooked almost until the breakfast hour, New Orleans was on this occasion unlike itself. Little traffic moved on the streets. Many restaurants closed early. For lack of customers, some of the clubs went dark and quiet.A hurricane was transiting the Gulf, well south of the Louisiana coast. The National Weather Service currently predicted landfall near Brownsville, Texas, but the storm track might change. Through hard experience, New Orleans had learned to respect the power of nature.Deucalion stepped out of the Luxe Theater without using a door, and stepped into a different district of the city, out of light and into the deep shadows under the boughs of moss-robed oak trees.In the glow of streetlamps, the skeins of rain glimmered like tarnished silver. But under the oaks, the precipitation seemed ink-black, as if it were not rain but were instead a product of the darkness, the very sweat of the night.Although an intricate tattoo distracted curious people from recognizing the extent of the damage to the ruined half of his face, Deucalion preferred to venture into public places between dusk and dawn. The sunless hours provided an additional layer of disguise.His formidable size and physical power could not be concealed. Having endured more than two hundred years, his body was unbent bone and undiminished muscle. Time seemed to have no power to weather him.As he followed the sidewalk, he passed through places where the glow of streetlamps penetrated the leafy canopy. The mercurial light chased from memory the torch-carrying mob that had harried Deucalion through a cold and rainless night on a continent far from this one, in an age before electricity.Across the street, occupying half a block, the Hands of Mercy stood on an oak-shaded property. Once a Catholic hospital, it closed long ago.A tall wrought-iron fence encircled the hospital grounds. The spear-point staves suggested that where mercy had once been offered, none could now be found.A sign on the iron driveway gate warned private warehouse / no admittance. The bricked-up windows emitted no light.Overlooking the main entrance stood a statue of the Holy Mother. The light once focused on her had been removed, and the robed figure looming in darkness might have been Death, or anyone.Only hours earlier, Deucalion had learned that this building harbored the laboratory of his maker, Victor Helios, whose birth name was legend: Frankenstein. Here members of the New Race were designed, created, and programmed.The security system would monitor every door. The locks would be difficult to defeat.Thanks to gifts carried on the lightning bolt that brought him to life in an earlier and more primitive lab, Deucalion did not need doors. Locks were no impediment to him. Intuitively, he grasped the quantum nature of the world, including the truth that on the deepest structural level, every place in the world was the same place.As he contemplated venturing into his maker’s current lair, Deucalion had no fear. If any emotion might undo him, it would be rage. But over these many decades, he had learned to control the anger that had once driven him so easily to violence.He stepped out of the rain and into the main laboratory in the Hands of Mercy, wet when he took the step, dry when he completed it.Victor’s immense lab was a techno-Deco wonder, mostly stainless-steel and white ceramic, filled with sleek and mysterious equipment that seemed not to be standing along the walls but to be embedded in them, extruding from them. Other machines swelled out of the ceiling and surged up from the floor, polished and gleaming, yet suggesting organic forms.Every soft noise was rhythmic, the purr and hum and click of machinery. The place seemed to be deserted.Sapphire, primrose-pink, and apple-green luminous gases filled glass spheres. Through elaborate coils of transparent tubing flowed lavender, calamine-blue, and methyl-orange fluids.Victor’s U-shaped workstation stood in the center of the room, a black-granite top on a stainless-steel base.As Deucalion considered searching the drawers, someone behind him said, “Can you help me, sir?”The man wore a gray denim jumpsuit. In a utility belt around his waist were secured spray bottles of cleaning solutions, white rags, and small sponges. He held a mop.“Name’s Lester,” he said. “I’m an Epsilon. You seem smarter than me. Are you smarter than me?”“Is your maker here?” Deucalion asked.“No, sir. Father left earlier.”“How many staff are here?”“I don’t count much. Numbers confuse me. I heard once—eighty staff. So Father isn’t here, now something’s gone wrong, and I’m just an Epsilon. You seem like maybe an Alpha or a Beta. Are you an Alpha or a Beta?”“What’s gone wrong?” Deucalion asked.“She says Werner is trapped in Isolation Room Number One. No, maybe Number Two. Anyway, Number Something.”“Who is Werner?”“He’s the security chief. She wanted instructions, but I don’t give instructions, I’m just Lester.”“Who wants instructions?”“The woman in the box.”As Lester spoke, the computer on Victor’s desk brightened, and on the screen appeared a woman so flawlessly beautiful that her face must have been a digital construction.“Mr. Helios, Helios. Welcome to Helios. I am Annunciata. I am not as much Annunciata as before, but I am still trying to be as much Annunciata as I am able. I am now analyzing my helios, Mr. Systems. My systems, Mr. Helios. I am a good girl.”“She’s in a box,” Lester said.“A computer,” Deucalion said.“No. A box in the networking room. She’s a Beta brain in a box. She don’t have no body. Sometimes her container leaks, so I clean up the spill.”Annunciata said, “I am wired. I am wired. I am wired into the building’s data-processing system. I am secretary to Mr. Helios. I am very smart. I am a good girl. I want to serve efficiently. I am a good, good girl. I am afraid.”“She isn’t usually like this,” said Lester.“Perhaps there is an im-im-im-imbalance in my nutrient supply. I am unable to analyze. Could someone analyze my nutrient supply?”“Self-aware, forever in a box,” Deucalion said.“I am very afraid,” Annunciata said.Deucalion found his hands curling into fists. “There is nothing your maker won’t do. No form of slavery offends him, no cruelty is beyond him.”Uneasy, shifting from foot to foot like a little boy who needed to go to the bathroom, Lester said, “He’s a great genius. He’s even smarter than an Alpha. We should be grateful to him.”“Where is the networking room?” Deucalion asked.“We should be grateful.”“The networking room. Where is this . . . woman?”“In the basement.”On the computer screen, Annunciata said, “I must organize the appointment schedule for Mr. Helios. Helios. But I do not remember what an appointment is. Can you help, help, help me?”“Yes,” Deucalion said. “I can help you.”

Editorial Reviews

“A rarity among bestselling writers, Koontz continues to pursue new ways of telling stories, never content with repeating himself. He writes of hope and love in the midst of evil in profoundly inspiring and moving ways.”—Chicago Sun-Times