A large, enveloping, queer light falls one night upon a hillside outside a small town, snaring in its glow a burglar escaping from a rip-off, a pair of backseat lovers, an old woman vagrant, and a kid having the stuffing beat out of him by a gang of schoolboy crazies. The burglar dies of a heart attack; the others live to swear that what they saw was extraterrestrial--an opinion that's furthered by subsequent weird visitations from a wraithy young girl and her old grandfather. Who are these cosmic guest stars? They're who each of the sighters wants them to be--groan--and with such information, the novel ends. Such corn wouldn't be so bad if Knight had decided right off to give it to us in plain homestyle. Instead, he writes this puffery in a starchy, mandarin prose, with over-whittled textures-- and Lightstruck by consequence is simply annoying.