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David Nickle - The 'Geisters

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When Ann LeSage was a little girl, she had an invisible frienda poltergeist, that spoke to her with flying knives and howling winds. She called it the Insect. And with a little professional help, she contained it. And the nightmare was over, at least for a time. But the nightmare never truly ended. As Ann grew from girl into young woman, the Insect grew with her. It became more than terrifying. It became a thing of murder. Now, as she embarks on a new life married to successful young lawyer, Michael Voors, Ann believes that she finally has the Insect under control. But there are others vying to take that control away from her. They may not know exactly what theyre dealing with, but they know they want it. They are the Geisters. And in pursuing their own perverse dream, they risk spawning the most terrible nightmare of all. Review The story is a white-knuckler from page one, and Nickle is a master of luring you into thinking that the supernatural can be rationalized and systemized, only to reveal, time and again, that the orderly patterns we try to make of the irrational are figments of our imagination. I was off-balance and more than a little scared throughout. Cory Doctorow, Boingboing.net Just finished David Nickles : brilliant, vicious, gothic-modern take on female monsters, aka poltergeists and the hubristic men who fetishize them. It is SO original and crazy, and SO well-written. GET IT. Gemma Files, author of the Hexslinger trilogy is filled with an interminable sense of threat, as though the words could turn on the reader at any moment, and they often do. This is a book that buzzes in your ears, climbs your crawling skin with multiple barbed feet, feeling with exquisitely sensitive antennae for the next new and terrible revelation. Natalie Zena Waschots,

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David Nickle

THE GEISTERS

for Madeline Ashby

who shows me the way

A GLASS OF GEWRZTRAMINER

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Was it terror, or was it love? It would be a long time before Ann LeSage could decide. For most of her life, the two feelings were so similar as to be indistinguishable.

It was easy to mix them up.

ii

Family, now family is far away, said Michael Voors, and as he said itperhaps because of the way he said itAnn felt a pang, a prescience, that something was not right with him. That perhaps she should leave now. Until that moment, shed thought the lawyer with the little-boy eyes was the perfect date: perfect, at least, by her particular and admittedly peculiar standards.

To look at, Michael was a just-so fellow: athletic, though not ostentatiously so; taller than she, but only by a few inches; dirty blond hair, not exactly a mop of it, but thick enough in his early thirties that it would probably stay put until his forties at least. Hed listened, asked questionsthe whole time regarding Ann steadily, and with confidence.

Steadiness and confidence were first among the things Ann found attractive in Michael, from the night of the book launch. Hed approached her, holding her bosss anthology of architectural essays, Suburban Flights, and asked her: Is it any good? and shed said: Its any good, and turned away.

He hadnt been thrown off his game.

She had been enchanted by this easy confidence. After everything that had happened in her lifeeverything that had formed herit was a quality that she discovered she craved.

But now, that confidence crumbled, leaving a man that seemed older. And somehow not right.

It hadnt taken much. Just the simple act of asking: What about you? Wheres your family from?

He tapped his fingers and looked away. His suddenly fidgeting hands cast about and found the saltshaker, a little crystal globe the size of a ping-pong ball. His eyes were momentarily lost too, blinking away from Ann and looking out the window of the 54th-floor view of Torontos financial district, a high hall of mirrors up the canyon of Bay Street. They were in Canoe, a popular spot for lunch and cocktails among the better-paid canyon dwellers. It should have been home turf for him.

Just my father now. In Pretoria. But and he twirled the near-spherical glass saltshaker, so it spun like a fat little dancer I dont hear from him. We have hadyou might say a falling out.

A falling out?

We are very different men.

Their waiter slowed as he passed the table, took in Michaels low-grade agitation and met Anns eye just an instant before granting the tiniest, most commiserative of nods: Poor you.

He picked up his pace toward the party of traders clustered at the next table, and Ann suppressed a smile. She was sorely tempted to stop him and order a big, boozy cocktail. But it was earlyin the day, and in the relationshipfor that kind of thing. Particularly because the way things were going, she didnt think shed stop at one.

He is an Afrikaner, continued Michael. You understand? Not just by birth. By allegiance. When the ANC won the elections in 1994 He wasnt a bigotisnt a bigot, I mean. But hed seen the things that the African National Congress could dothe business with the tires

The tires? Ann said, after a heartbeat.

Now Michael made a half-wise smile, set the saltshaker aside. His hand must have been trembling: the shaker kept rocking.

My God, he said, youd think Id been into the wine already. Im sorry. They would put tires around fellows they thought were traitors, and light them on fire, and watch them burn to death in the streets of Soweto. And then they became the government. You can imagine how he felt.

I remember that, said Ann. She nodded in sympathy. That was real terror, now. In the face of it, her own inexplicable instant of fear vanished. I was small. But didnt Nelson Mandela have something to do with that?

His wife. Winnie. Maybe. Probably. Who knows?

Ann smiled reassuringly and they sat quiet a moment; just the chatter in the restaurant, a burst of boozy mirth from the day traders; the pool-hall swirling of the saltshaker on the glass tabletop.

The waiter scudded near and inquired: Need a minute?

Just a minute, she said, looking at her menu.

Michael studied his too, and without looking up, said: Share an appetizer?

Is there real truffle in the wild mushroom soup?

You want to share soup?

Is there a law says I cant?

That, thought Ann as she regarded Michael, was how you kept it going on a second date: make a little joke about the appetizer. Dont talk international politics. For that matter, dont start asking a lot of questions about how international politics and tires kept father and son apart for so long.

In fact, dont start talking about family at all. Because as grim as the tale of Michael Voors own family turmoils might beif Michael then started asking after the LeSages, and she was compelled to tell that horrific story

Well. He was already thrown enough to fidgetshe could hear the rolling sound of the saltshaker again.

What about the salmon tartar? she asked before he could answer. She allowed herself a smirk: why, Mr. Voors was actually blushing! We dont have to share soup.

No, I he was frowning now, and looking down at the table. My goodness, he said softly.

What is it?

Ann lowered the menu, and looked down at the table. And froze.

The saltshaker was dancing.

It twirled in a slow loop across Michaels place setting, rolling along the edge where the curve met its base. Then it rocked, clicking as the base touched the tabletop, and rocked the other side, turning back. Michael held his menu in his left handhis right was splayed on the tabletop near the fork. His pale cheeks were bright red as he stared. First at the saltshaker, then up at Ann.

Isnt that incredible?

Michael set the menu down, well away from the perambulating saltshaker.

Incredible, said Ann quietly, not taking her eyes off the shaker as it continued to rock.

The Insect, she thought, horrified.

It was back.

No, not back.

Really, it had never left.

Ann wanted to reach outgrab the shaker in her fist, stop it physically. But she knew better. Already, she could hear the rattling of glasses at the long bar. Two tables down, one of the traders commented that the air-conditioning must have kicked in. One of his lunch-mates asked him if he were a woman and everyone laughed. Michaels eyes were wide as he watched the saltshaker.

Ann reached under her chair and lifted her handbag. Dont touch it, she said.

He looked at her and asked, Why not?

Im going to the ladies room, she said and stood. Now pleasedont touch it.

Ann drew a long breath, and pushed her chair back to the table. Michael didnt stop her, and he didnt try to touch the spinning saltshaker either.

Their waiter, carrying a tray of two martinis and a fluted glass of lager, stepped past herand without her having to ask, directed her with a free hand to the restrooms. You have to go outside, he said. By the elevators. Just past them.

Ann smiled politely and, shoulders only slightly hunched, head bowed only the tiniest, hurried between the tables, out the doorway and past the elevatorsand there to the womens washroom where she finally skulked inside. It was as safe there as anywhere, now.

One blessing: the washroom was empty but for her. She made her way to a sink, spared herself a glance in the tall, gilt-framed mirror. Her makeup was holding. That was something.

Ann fumbled with her phone.

It was a new one, and she hadnt had time to program her numbers into it. Not a catastropheshe knew the number she had to call now like she knew her own namebut speed dial would have helped.

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