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Odd Thomas Series

“The dead don’t talk. I don’t know why.” But they do try to communicate, with a short-order cook in a small desert town serving as their reluctant confidant. Odd Thomas thinks of himself as an ordinary guy, if possessed of a certain measure of talent at the Pico Mundo Grill and rapturously in love with the most beautiful girl in the world, Stormy Llewellyn.

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Odd Thomas
Odd Thomas
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Forever Odd
Forever Odd
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Brother Odd
Brother Odd
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Odd Hours
Odd Hours
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Odd Thomas e-Bundle
Odd Thomas e-Bundle
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Odd Interlude
Odd Interlude
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Odd Apocalypse
Odd Apocalypse
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In Odd We Trust
In Odd We Trust
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Odd is On Our Side
Odd is On Our Side
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House of Odd
House of Odd
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Deeply Odd
Deeply Odd
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You Are Destined to Be Together Forever
You Are Destined to Be Together Forever
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Episode 10: Odd Thomas and Miss Trixie
December 05, 2006
Dean discusses BROTHER ODD; Odd's dog; Trixie Koontz, dog; and the fate of Elvis.

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About Odd Thomas
My name is Odd Thomas, though in this age when fame is the altar at which most people worship, I am not sure why you should care who I am or that I exist. Read more Dean Interviews Odd
Through a mutual friend — the renowned mystery writer, P. Oswald Boone, the only acquaintance of mine who both weighs 400 pounds and has eleven fingers — I arranged to meet Odd Thomas in a back booth at the Pico Mundo Grille, in Pico Mundo, California, where he has worked as a short-order cook. I agreed in advance that I would not ask about his heroic actions at Green Moon Mall last year. He is embarrassed by the subject and does not consider himself a hero. When I arrived, he was drinking a cherry Coke and had taken the liberty of ordering one for me.

OT: Or you could have a lemon Coke. I can get you one.

DK: Cherry is fine.

OT: I feel funny about this, sir. I'm afraid I've never read any of your novels.

DK: Well, you're only twenty-one, and you've led a very full life. Not much time for reading.

OT: Actually, I've had a lot of time for reading. I've just never tried any of yours. I thought they were about vampires, but Ozzie tells me they aren't.

DK: You don’t like vampire novels?

OT: Vampires, werewolves… I don’t find that kind of story convincing.

DK: Yet you see ghosts.

OT: I see the lingering dead, yes. But that’s just between us, right?

DK: Absolutely.

OT: That’s a secret. Only a few friends know about it.

DK: Your secret’s safe with me, son.

OT: Ozzie says never trust a writer.

DK: He’s a writer.

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