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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Deke shifted his weight, leaned forward. Even crouching he loomed over Weygand.

“So,” Pax said. “You’re saying Deke isn’t human.”

Weygand looked up at the huge man, his mouth working. “No! I mean, well, he’s a kind of human.”

The man yelped as Deke placed a huge bony hand on his shoulder.

“You’re going to do something for me,” Deke said. “You’re going to go get the shiny little laptop I saw in your car and you’re going to send me every email that Brother Bewlay sent you.”

“I can’t forward you private email! I’m a journalist!”

“Don’t make me break you,” Deke said.

The rain came down hard, hammering steam from the ground. Pax sat by the front picture window with the side of his head resting against the glass so that he felt it shudder with each gust of wind. Deke looked over Weygand’s shoulder as the man fussed with the silver Apple laptop. Weygand was constantly complaining in a small voice: Deke had no right to do this; the inside of Weygand’s car was getting soaked; Jo Lynn wouldn’t appreciate how Deke was treating him. But he did as he was told and answered the big man’s questions. Pax kept being surprised by Deke’s easy authority. When they were kids Deke was a follower, a pup, eager for Paxton’s approval, ready to follow him or Jo wherever they went. Now he was a leader, a goddamn chief. Which one was the true Deke? Did his huge gray frame armor a timid boy, or had the boy always felt like an undiscovered giant?

Or maybe they were both true. Maybe there was nothing essential to a person that could be separated from the muscle and blood and chemicals that motored him around; maybe everything depended on the body, was dictated by it. He thought of Deke charging into the woods, moving like a freight train. Maybe it was the residue of the vintage in his bloodstream, but Pax could imagine himself inside that powerful body, long arms churning, lungs working easily in the humid air.

Pax was jerked awake by a touch. Deke stood over him. “I’m escorting Andrew here to his car and then right out of town.”

“Okay,” Pax said. He leaned back in the chair, his neck aching. Outside, the rain had slacked off. Weygand stood by the door looking petulant. “I’ll wait for you here.”

“I thought you might say that.”

When they’d gone, Pax got up, opened a few of the books on the shelves, put them back. After awhile he went down the carpeted hallway, past the small functional bathroom to the pair of bedrooms. The door to his left was open. Most of the space in the room was taken up by a bunk bed. Two of the walls were painted pale yellow, the other two sea foam, matching the stripes on the comforters on the unmade beds. There were two identical dressers, cheap pine. The drawers were ajar, as if that morning the girls had hopped out of bed and dressed hurriedly, late for the school bus. He felt a vague sense of déjà vu, then realized it must be because he’d just seen all this in Weygand’s camera.

The other bedroom was smaller, and more plain-a beige double bed in a simple wood frame, a low mirrored dresser, plain white walls-as if all the energy for decoration had been spent in the girls’ room. The only color came from the covers of the books stacked up along one wall. A single, curtained window looked out over the backyard.

The bed was still made, unslept in since the night before she died. He pulled back the bedspread and lay down on his side. He pressed his face into the single white pillow and inhaled deeply.

The scent was too subtle for him to tease apart. A hint of flowers that could have been perfume or detergent, a faint muskiness that might have been Jo’s scent or simply the effects of humidity in the closed house. With a stab of sadness he realized that he couldn’t recall how she smelled. Once he’d known her body-and Deke’s-as well as his own. No, better. After the Changes, all skin had become strange, and in that first year he and Jo and Deke mapped their bodies for each other.

And then he had left them. The only people who knew him.

Somewhere a door creaked open. He quickly rolled off the bed and wiped the tears from his cheeks. He listened for Deke’s heavy steps, but nothing came. Still, the feeling persisted that he was not alone.

Jesus, he thought. I’m a fucking mess.

He tucked the covers back over the pillow, and tugged on the bedclothes to smooth out the creases. Then he heard a clink, like someone setting a glass into the kitchen sink.

He went to the door of the room, leaned out. Far down the hallway, opposite the open door to the kitchen, a lozenge of light lay upon the wall. A shadow flitted across it, slowly slid back, and then vanished. For a moment it had looked like the silhouette of a face. Jo’s face.

He stood there for a full minute, staring at the light, waiting for the shadow to return. Because he was alone he didn’t have to pretend that he wasn’t freaked out. Finally he left the room and stepped quietly down the hall. When he reached the edge of the kitchen doorway he stopped and studied the light on the wall. He decided that even with his imagination straining at the leash he couldn’t see anything moving in it. He turned quickly and entered the kitchen, fists clenched.

The kitchen door hung open. Outside, the trunk of the oak tree rose up out of his line of sight.

The rain had stopped. He stepped outside onto the wet, shining grass. He looked at the tire, then up at the rope. He still couldn’t imagine Jo doing that to herself.

He walked over to the plastic patio set and righted a chair that had blown over. As he straightened he saw in his peripheral vision two small figures drop down out of the trees at the edge of the lawn. They hit the ground and almost instantly vanished into the woods.

Two children with wine-dark arms and legs, bare heads like marbles.

Pax whisked the water from the seat of the chair and sat. For a while he scanned the tree line, wondering if the girls would come back or if they’d been scared back to the Co-op. The Whitmer farm was probably only a half mile away as the crow flies. There were paths all through these woods.

Deke’s Jeep rumbled up the driveway. He heard the big man go in the front of the house and a minute later come out behind him.

“There you are. How you doing, man?”

“Just great,” he said. What he needed, he thought, was to see his father. What he needed was a touch of vintage. Instead he said, “You remember ‘The Bewlay Brothers’?”

“‘Kings of oblivion,’” Deke said, quoting from the song. The final track on Bowie’s Hunky Dory . They’d listened to the album dozens of times at Jo’s old house.

“So he was definitely talking to Jo,” Pax said. “We should still check her computer, though. Maybe she was talking to other people.”

Deke shook his head. “It’s not here. I’ve looked.”

“When?”

He shrugged. “I broke in yesterday.”

Pax looked up at him, smiling. “Really?”

“Searched everywhere. Somebody got here before me.”

“Maybe the girls took it.”

“I asked the reverend. She was there that morning-her and Tommy were called right after the police. She packed the girls’ things and said she didn’t see it.”

“The twins are clever girls,” Pax said. “I think they’ve been back since that night.” He told him about the girls dropping out of the trees and scampering away like squirrels.

Deke didn’t seem surprised. “At least Weygand didn’t get a picture of them,” he said. He snapped something between his thick fingers and flicked the pieces into the grass.

“Camera memory card?” Pax guessed.

“Not anymore.”

Pax laughed. “You know, when I saw you charge out of the house, I thought you were going to kill him. And then when he told you to fuck off…”

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