Chapters (54)
- Cover
- EVERWILD
- Dedication
- Acknowledgments
- Copyright Page
- PART ONEA Vapor of Afterlights
- CHAPTER 1Fresh Havoc
- CHAPTER 2The View on High
- CHAPTER 3Audience with an Ogre
- CHAPTER 4The Outcast
- CHAPTER 5Southern Discomfort
- CHAPTER 6Shuttle Diplomacy
- CHAPTER 7A Fistful of Forever
- PART TWODancing with the Deadlies
- CHAPTER 8Treasures of the Flesh
- CHAPTER 9Good Stewards
- CHAPTER 10Skinjacking for Fun and Profit
- CHAPTER 11Surfing Tennessee
- CHAPTER 12Of Monsters and Mullets
- CHAPTER 13Bye-bye, Miss American Pie
- CHAPTER 14Strange Winds
- CHAPTER 15The Flight of Mikey McGill
- PART THREEThe Great White City
- CHAPTER 16Mary’s Master Plan
- CHAPTER 17The Death Boss
- CHAPTER 18The Interlight Incubator
- CHAPTER 19Eminence Green
- PART FOURWay of the Chocolate Warrior
- CHAPTER 20The Great Train Robbery
- CHAPTER 21Let ’Er Rip
- CHAPTER 22Cram That Sucker
- CHAPTER 23Severance and Blithe
- CHAPTER 24It’s a Dog’s Life
- PART FIVEThe Skinjacker Revelations
- CHAPTER 25Lair of the Cat Woman
- CHAPTER 26Home
- CHAPTER 27Skinjacker’s Lullaby
- CHAPTER 28The Sleep of the Dead
- CHAPTER 29Teed for Two
- CHAPTER 30A Place on the Mantel
- PART SIXCity of the Dead
- CHAPTER 31On the Banks of Eternity
- CHAPTER 32The Low Approach
- CHAPTER 33Suspicious Minds
- CHAPTER 34Poolside Rendezvous
- CHAPTER 35Allie-Allie-Oxen-Free
- CHAPTER 36The Intolerable Nexus of Extremes
- CHAPTER 37Sky Refugees
- CHAPTER 38Last Train Out of Memphis
- CHAPTER 39At the Moment of Madness
- CHAPTER 40The Changeling and the Golem
- EPILOGUERequiem for the Living
- Unwind excerpt
- Unwholly excerpt
“Yeah,” added Moose, “They were gonna do it anyway.”
Mikey concluded that these two were the lowest bottom-feeders he’d ever had the misfortune to know. “Does Milos know you’re abusing fleshies?”
“Milosh and ush got a ‘don’t ashk don’t tell’ polishy,” said Moose.
“Yeah, yeah—and anyway, we don’t abuse no one—we just play hard, that’s all.”
Mikey only hoped that when it was finally their turn to go into the light, their pit would be deeper than his.
When Moose and Squirrel skinjacked a couple of nuns, and took them on a shoplifting spree, Mikey decided it was time to call it a day. He crossed through a forest that he hoped would take him back to their makeshift campsite by the highway. The forest had quite a few trees that had crossed into Everlost, and so provided him with spots to rejuvenate, and maybe regain some self-respect. His spirit felt greasy after the way he had spent the day.
There was a house in the woods—a shack, really, but sturdy and cared for. Evidence of ash in the living world suggested it had burned down, but whoever lived there must have loved the place, because it had crossed into Everlost. The sight of it filled Mikey with sorrow. A ghost house with no ghost. What could be sadder? Then he realized why the house bothered him. This shack was him without Allie. Solitary and unvisited. An unknown artifact waiting for eternity to free it from its vigil.
It was at that moment he realized that his spirit was truly human once more. For he no longer remembered how to be alone without being lonely.
| In her groundbreaking book on skinjacking You Don’t Know Jack, Allie the Outcast writes: |
| “Forget all you’ve heard about skinjackers; forget the idiotic ramblings of other so-called sources of Everlost information. Skinjackers are just like any other Afterlights. They can be honorable or dishonorable, smart or stupid— it all depends on the individual. There are two things that hold true for all skinjackers, though. The first is a driving, almost instinctive need to skinjack. The second is the overwhelming burden that such a power puts on us. With such a power, the potential exists for incredibly good deeds, and for acts of unthinkable evil. I think it’s fortunate for both the living and the dead that most skinjackers are too clueless to do much of either.” |
CHAPTER 11
Surfing Tennessee
In her days on the Sulphur Queen, Allie had pretended to teach the McGill how to skinjack. Of course her lessons were bogus—skinjacking can’t be taught—but it can be perfected, and Milos was a master. He could do things Allie had never even thought to do. Things she never dared to do!