The Complete Adversary Cycle: The Keep, the Tomb, the Touch, Reborn, Reprisal, Nightworld (Adversary Cycle/Repairman Jack)

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by F. Paul Wilson


  Why not me? she thought, reaching for the top buttons on her blouse. After all we’ve been through together, what difference would it make?

  But she stopped after two buttons. If it was just Bill, maybe. But not with Jack here.

  I know I’ve been changed by all this—but not that much. An uptight Catholic girl still lived somewhere within her.

  “Still hard to believe it’s over,” Jack said.

  Bill stared out over the city. “What a mess.”

  Carol followed his gaze. There didn’t seem to be an unbroken window in the city. Ruined buildings were everywhere, some torn apart by gravity holes, some crushed by debris falling from other gravity holes. Above them, pillars of smoke rose from fires still raging here and there about the boroughs. Below, a rare car picked its way through the cluttered streets. Dazed-looking people wandered the sidewalks or stood around the huge depression that only hours ago had been the Sheep Meadow hole.

  “It’s not all bad,” Jack said. “When was the last time midtown air smelled this clean?”

  He seemed a new man, energized. She knew why: The shortwave had come alive. He’d contacted his loved ones.

  Bill nodded. “You’ve got a point. I’m just wondering how we’ll ever rebuild this.”

  Jack made a face. “Who said we should?”

  “We have to,” Carol said. “We now have a chance to start from scratch and do it right this time.”

  Bill nodded. “Or at least give it our best shot.”

  “Oh, wow!” Jack said through a laugh. “Polly, meet Anna. Anna, meet Polly.”

  Carol turned to him. “What’s wrong with that?”

  “Pie in the sky. Sure, there’ll be lots of talk about a new world and a new brotherhood, but believe me it won’t be long before we’re all back to the same old shit: The truly capable people, the ones you’d be proud to call leader, will be devoting all their time to the actual rebuilding, while the usual crew of blowhard leeches incapable of building anything will be pretending to lead while they position themselves for a driver seat once things get rolling again.”

  “I disagree,” Carol said. “I think we can and will do better. And as for leaders…” She gestured below. “Do you think anyone down there knows what you two did?”

  “No,” Jack said sharply. He suddenly seemed uneasy. He began slipping back into his shirt. “And let’s leave it that way.”

  “Don’t want to be a hero?” Bill said, smiling.

  “I don’t even want to be noticed.” He turned and started walking away.

  “Leaving?” Carol said.

  “Yeah. Soon as I find a car with gas I’m heading out to Pennsylvania.” A light glowed in his eyes. “Abe’s bringing Gia and Vicky back. I’m going to provide the escort.”

  “Good luck,” Bill said.

  Carol watched Jack go. As he reached the stairs, a little girl, maybe seven or eight with curly blond hair, approached him. She held a puppy. How on Earth had she got up here?

  Jack skidded to a stop before her. They stared at each other. Jack spoke, the child nodded. Then Jack did the strangest thing: He dropped to one knee before her, wrapped her in his arms, and hugged her.

  “Do you see that?” Carol said.

  Bill nodded, frowning. “Are those tears in his eyes?”

  Carol was pretty sure they were. “I wonder who she is?”

  As she watched Jack wipe his eyes, something swooped through the air and landed on the little girl’s head: a pale blue parakeet.

  Carol heard Jack cry, “Parabellum?” then laugh. “I’ll be damned!”

  He took the child by the hand and led her, the dog, and the bird downstairs.

  “What was that all about?”

  Carol shook her head. “I don’t think that’s the little girl he’s been talking about.”

  “No,” Bill said. “Something different—something very unchildlike about that child.”

  “Whoever she is, he seems very protective. Heaven help anyone who tries to harm her.”

  Bill slipped his arm around her waist and turned her toward the ruined cityscape before them.

  “I doubt heaven helps anybody.”

  “Just a figure of speech. But I do wonder who or what will get the credit for the sunrise.”

  Bill laughed. “I heard a bunch of guys singing ‘Here Comes the Sun’ over and over. I’ll bet that becomes a new religious hymn. But you’re right. A whole new mythology could rise out of this. A new round of sun worship, that’s for sure. It’ll be interesting to see what develops.”

  “But whatever it is, it will be wrong. They’ll be looking for some deity to praise and thank.”

  “That’s nothing new.”

  “But what about you? You deserve part of the credit.”

  Bill shook his head. “No. I just ran an errand.” He looked into her eyes. “You’re the one who found the real key and put it to use. You saw that the answer was inside us rather than outside.”

  “It’s always been that way, hasn’t it? We’ve always been in charge but we’ve never taken control. We just let ourselves get pushed this way and that.”

  “Fear is like a disease, and I guess some of us have better immune systems than others. Sometimes we need a little help from others, but we all have the power to step aside and say I’m not going to be a part of this anymore.”

  She locked her arms around his waist and smoothed his wind-ruffled gray hair.

  “Do you think things will be different?”

  He shook his head. “I like to think I’m more optimistic than Jack, but I fear he’s right. Nothing changes.”

  “That’s not true, Bill. I’m changed, you’re changed, we’ve all been changed by this.”

  “Especially Glaeken.”

  Yes, she thought with a pang of anguish. Especially poor Glaeken. What would he do, where would he go when Magda was gone?

  And Sylvia and Jeffy—what about them? And Nick … would he ever recover?

  So many questions, so many uncertainties.

  She locked her arms around Bill’s waist and snuggled against him.

  At least there were a few things of which she could be sure—her love for Bill, for one, and the certainty that no one alive today would ever again take sunrise for granted.

  And beneath their feet, in the apartment directly below, a red-haired man with an ageless thirty-five-year-old body spoon-feeds applesauce to the twisted, empty-minded woman he loved so dearly and with whom he had hoped to grow old. A little girl, older than Glaeken, enters with a puppy in her arms. Glaeken embraces her. The Veilleur household has just expanded.

  THE SECRET HISTORY OF THE WORLD

  The preponderance of my work deals with a history of the world that remains undiscovered, unexplored, and unknown to most of humanity. Some of this secret history has been revealed in the Adversary Cycle, some in the Repairman Jack novels, and bits and pieces in other, seemingly unconnected works. Taken together, even these millions of words barely scratch the surface of what has been going on behind the scenes, hidden from the workaday world. I’ve listed them below in the chronological order in which the events in them occur.

  Note: “Year Zero” is the end of civilization as we know it; “Year Zero Minus One” is the year preceding it, etc.

  THE PAST

  “Demonsong” (prehistory)

  “Aryans and Absinthe”** (1923–1924)

  Black Wind (1926–1945)

  The Keep (1941)

  Reborn (February–March 1968)

  “Dat Tay Vao” + (March 1968)

  Jack: Secret Histories (1983)

  Jack: Secret Circles (1983)

  Jack: Secret Vengeance (1983)

  “Faces”* (1989)

  YEAR ZERO MINUS THREE

  Sibs (February)

  The Tomb (summer)

  “The Barrens”* (ends in September)

  “A Day in the Life”* (October)

  “The Long Way Home” ++

  Legacies (December)

>   YEAR ZERO MINUS TWO

  “Interlude at Duane’s”** (April)

  Conspiracies (April) (includes “Home Repairs” ++)

  All the Rage (May) (includes “The Last Rakosh” ++)

  Hosts (June)

  The Haunted Air (August)

  Gateways (September)

  Crisscross (November)

  Infernal (December)

  YEAR ZERO MINUS ONE

  Harbingers (January)

  Bloodline (April)

  By the Sword (May)

  Ground Zero (July)

  The Touch (ends in August)

  The Peabody-Ozymandias Traveling Circus & Oddity Emporium (ends in September)

  “Tenants”*

  YEAR ZERO

  “Pelts”*

  Reprisal (ends in February)

  Fatal Error (February) (includes “The Wringer” ++)

  The Dark at the End (March)

  Nightworld (May)

  * available in The Barrens and Others

  ** available in Aftershock & Others

  + available in the 2009 reissue of The Touch

  ++ available in Quick Fixes—Tales of Repairman Jack

  ALSO BY F. PAUL WILSON

  Repairman Jack*

  The Tomb

  Legacies

  Conspiracies

  All the Rage

  Hosts

  The Haunted Air

  Gateways

  Crisscross

  Infernal

  Harbingers

  Bloodline

  By the Sword

  Ground Zero

  Fatal Error

  The Dark at the End

  Young Adult*

  Jack: Secret Histories

  Jack: Secret Circles

  Jack: Secret Vengeance

  The Adversary Cycle*

  The Keep

  The Tomb

  The Touch

  Reborn

  Reprisal

  Nightworld

  Other Novels

  Healer

  Wheels Within Wheels

  An Enemy of the State

  Black Wind*

  Dydeetown World

  The Tery

  Sibs*

  The Select

  Virgin

  Implant

  Deep as the Marrow

  Mirage (with Matthew J. Costello)

  Nightkill (with Steven Spruill)

  Masque (with Matthew J. Costello)

  The Christmas Thingy

  Sims

  The Fifth Harmonic

  Midnight Mass

  Short Fiction

  Soft and Others*

  The Barrens and Others*

  Aftershock & Others*

  The Peabody-Ozymandias Traveling

  Circus & Oddity Emporium*

  Quick Fixes*

  Editor

  Freak Show

  Diagnosis: Terminal

  * See “The Secret History of the World”.

  This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

  NIGHTWORLD

  Copyright © 2012 by F. Paul Wilson

  All rights reserved.

  A Tor Book

  Published by Tom Doherty Associates, LLC

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  Tor® is a registered trademark of Tom Doherty Associates, LLC.

  ISBN 978-0-7653-2167-1 (hardcover)

  ISBN 9781429948012 (e-book)

  First Edition: May 2012

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Acknowledgments

  Author’s Note

  Rasalom went …

  Part I: Sunset

  Wednesday

  Thursday

  Friday

  Saturday

  Sunday

  Part II: Twilight

  Monday

  Tuesday

  Wednesday

  Thursday

  Part III: Night

  End Play

  Part IV: Dawn

  Friday

  The Secret History of the World

  Also by F. Paul Wilson

  Copyright

 

 

 


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