Daryl Gregory - The Devil's Alphabet

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From Daryl Gregory, whose Pandemonium was one of the most exciting debut novels in memory, comes an astonishing work of soaring imaginative power that breaks new ground in contemporary fantasy.
Switchcreek was a normal town in eastern Tennessee until a mysterious disease killed a third of its residents and mutated most of the rest into monstrous oddities. Then, as quickly and inexplicably as it had struck, the disease-dubbed Transcription Divergence Syndrome (TDS)-vanished, leaving behind a population divided into three new branches of humanity: giant gray-skinned argos, hairless seal-like betas, and grotesquely obese charlies.
Paxton Abel Martin was fourteen when TDS struck, killing his mother, transforming his preacher father into a charlie, and changing one of his best friends, Jo Lynn, into a beta. But Pax was one of the few who didn't change. He remained as normal as ever. At least on the outside.
Having fled shortly after the pandemic, Pax now returns to Switchcreek fifteen years later, following the suicide of Jo Lynn. What he finds is a town seething with secrets, among which murder may well be numbered. But there are even darker-and far weirder-mysteries hiding below the surface that will threaten not only Pax's future but the future of the whole human race.

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“I got here a half hour ago,” Hooke said. “Who knows how long he was here before that-long enough to overflow the baptistry. I turned off the water as soon as I realized what was going on. I don’t even know how he got in.”

“Probably still got his keys,” Deke said. He was keeping his volume low, as if reluctant to disturb Harlan’s praying.

“Probably,” Pax said. “Or he could just come in the side door-you just have to yank on it to get it to unlatch. They ever fix that?”

Hooke did not seem amused. “He won’t listen to us at all, and of course we can’t go in after him-look at him.”

The blisters. They were afraid of touching him.

“Okay,” Pax said, “why don’t we let him finish? Whatever he’s doing.”

The reverend shook her head. “We can’t let him stay in there all day. Now Paxton, you may have heard that your father and I had our differences, but that’s got nothing to do with this. I respect him as a man of God. But it just isn’t safe to have him in there, not with… not in his condition. I told Deke we ought to call Aunt Rhonda, and have her boys-”

“But I said that was your call to make,” Deke said to Pax.

“No, you’re right,” Pax said. “My dad didn’t want to go with her, but… look at him.” He should have brought the papers with him. Rhonda had guards, gates, medical equipment-everything to stop this kind of thing from happening. “I don’t think I can handle this.”

“Well, today you’re gonna have to,” Deke said.

Pax felt his face flush. He didn’t look at Deke, instead turned to the reverend and said, “Call Aunt Rhonda. I’ll try to get him out of there. You have any rubber gloves? Or some plastic I can put over my hands?”

The Reverend Hooke said she had some garbage bags in her office, and Pax followed her up the steps of the pulpit and through the narrow door behind the podium, to the hallway that led back to the offices and Sunday school rooms. To their right was a door, left ajar, that opened onto the baptistry.

“I’ll be right back,” Hooke said, and headed down the hall.

Pax opened the baptistry door. Steps led down into the pool, and the water was as high as the top step. His father was within arm’s reach. His huge body almost filled the pool, and every movement sent water lapping over the edge.

This close, the smell of the vintage was strong, made heavier by the moisture in the air.

“Dad,” Pax said. Then, louder, “It’s me, Paxton. It’s time to go home.”

His father’s eyes remained closed. “-to die in the flesh, Lord,” he prayed. His voice bounced around the enclosed space, but it seemed both quieter and more desperate. “And yet to be resurrected in the spirit. We ask these things in your name, amen.”

“Dad, you’re hallucinating.”

The Reverend Harlan Martin opened his eyes, turned. His face looked like it had been pummeled, a mass of protuberances and swelling flesh. It took him a moment to focus on Pax through eyes closed almost to slits.

He smiled and extended an arm to him. “Don’t be afraid, Son,” he said, his voice low, as if to keep a congregation from hearing. “Take my arm and I’ll help you down.”

The surface of the water seemed oily, reflective.

“I’m not coming in there, Dad.” Pax breathed in through his mouth, tasting the vintage. “Step out now, okay? Can you climb out?”

His father glanced toward the front of the church. Who was he seeing, out there-and when? Pax remembered standing in this spot when he was twelve, his father reaching out to him exactly like this. Paxton’s mother had bought him a new white dress shirt and had told him to wear an undershirt so he wouldn’t look naked when the water soaked through.

His father chuckled, shook his head. “All righty then.” He turned toward Pax, sloshing water over the sides of the pool, and moved toward the steps.

“That’s it. Come on out and we’ll get you dried off,” Pax said.

His father grasped Paxton’s forearm, his fingers surprisingly strong.

It’s okay, Pax thought. His arm was covered by his sleeve, no skin contact. “Easy does it,” he said.

“That’s the spirit,” his father said. He backed up, pulling Pax down to the second step. Pax yelped and grabbed the door frame with his free hand. The water splashed cold against his shins.

“Dad! Stop it!”

“In the name of the Father,” his father said. He looped an arm around Pax’s waist. “And of the Son-”

He yanked Pax toward him. Pax lost his grip on the door frame and fell onto his father’s chest. The big man overbalanced and tipped backward and they plunged under the water.

Cold water surged into Pax’s ears, his mouth.

Pax’s left arm was smashed between his father’s body and the side of the pool, his right arm trapped at his side. Pax arched his back, trying to get his head up above the surface. His father’s arm cinched tighter, hugging him close.

Someone else was in the water with them. Pax felt something grip the back of his neck, slide down to tug at his elbow, freeing it. Pax reached up, found the top of the glass panel, and held on.

Pax got his legs under him, pushed. The arm around his waist loosened and his head broke the surface. He gasped, and immediately coughed up water.

From the sanctuary, murmurs of “amen.”

Deke stood in front of the baptistry, reaching down, his arm covered to the elbow by a black plastic bag. Behind him the room was full of light, the pews crowded. The women wore colorful summer dresses. The men, in white shirtsleeves because of the heat, draped their arms across the pew backs. All of them were unchanged-not an argo or chub or blank among them. The organ played “Rock of Ages.”

My church, Pax thought, but it was his father’s voice saying it. My church, my church. Pax felt the tightening in his chest, love and gratefulness and sorrow blossoming like heat.

Chapter 7 EVERY PAYDAY A gang of charlie men gathered in the lobby of the Home - фото 3

Chapter 7

EVERY PAYDAY A gang of charlie men gathered in the lobby of the Home like eager pups. Rhonda Mapes could hear them outside her door, talking and joking, eager and impatient. Every week they came earlier and earlier. Well they could keep waiting. Rules were rules.

At fifteen before the hour, Everett knocked on her door, then leaned in apologetically.

Rhonda looked up from the accounts book. “It’s not eleven yet,” she said. “Tell the boys-”

“It’s not about that,” Everett said. He glanced to his side, and a young charlie poked his face around the side of the door. Travis was seventeen, hired as an orderly last year. Where Everett was bald, Travis wore a thick wave of black hair and long sideburns.

“He’s doing it again, ma’am,” Travis said.

Rhonda sighed, took off her reading glasses. “Is he producing?”

“No ma’am. But he’s pretty worked up, and it looks like he’s having trouble breathing. I was wondering if you wanted to do the sedative thing again, or-”

“No! I told you, he’s got to come through this.” She closed the accounts book. “Go back to the room, I’ll be there in a minute.”

Travis’ face disappeared. Everett stepped into the office and closed the door behind him. “You want me to do payday?” he asked. “The boys have been out there a half hour, we can get rid of them early.”

“Certainly not!” She got to her feet and walked to the floor safe, a squat black thing about the height of a two-drawer filing cabinet, and bent to squint at the dial. “Give it to ’em a half hour early, pretty soon they’ll take an hour, and the next thing you know they’ll be showing up on Mondays.” She opened the safe with a few practiced spins, withdrew the key ring for the coolers downstairs, and tossed it to Everett. “You can get the bonus out, but don’t give them a drop until I get there. I’m going to find out what Travis needs. Then after we pay the boys, we’ve got some errands to run.”

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