"Seconds before the windshield shattered into a crazed, opaque spider web pattern, Nick saw the terrified face that would remain forever imprinted on his mind: eyes wide and unseeing, mouth stretched in a grimace of horror. Nick didn't hear the scream, but he knew there had to be one.... Not that it mattered. The man who had fallen from the overpass onto the hood of Nick's old, blue Pinto was already dead, his neck broken when he struck the car."

In this, the opening to Nightmare, Willo Davis Roberts delivers immediate horror and surprise of the kind that few would like to feel in real life, but which many may love to experience vicariously through fiction. Who could imagine the horror of such a thing happening to them? And how can one put down the book until there is an explanation for why it did happen? How will...