The Sandman Slim Series Books 1-4. Richard Kadrey

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      “You want to rule this world, a not particularly great place, so you can take over an even worse place? Is that basically it? That’s why you ruined me, killed Alice, and fucked over everyone who ever trusted you?”

      “Firstly, fuck all those people who trusted me. Except for Parker, every one of them was greedy and then turned jellyfish the moment you stuck your nose out of the grave. I gave all of them their heart’s desire and they folded the moment things got a little weird.”

      “You didn’t exactly give Kasabian his heart’s desire.”

      “Yeah, I did sort of screw him, didn’t I? But admit it. There’s the opposite of love at first sight. There are people walking the earth that the moment you meet them, you want to punch them and keep punching them.”

      “I can’t argue with you about Kas, but what do you want with Hell? It’s already on the verge of a civil war. You want to walk into the middle of warring Hellions?”

      “With the Kissi and you to back me up, yes. I really do. Because with our combined strength and your contacts with Lucifer’s generals, we could find which to kill and which will make good allies. Then march in and take Hell, just the way we took Earth. Once we’ve secured the place, we’ll combine the armies from Earth and Hell with the Kissi. Then go to stage three.”

      “You want to invade Heaven.”

      “I want to storm Heaven. I want to rip open the Pearly Gates and throw them from the firmament. I want to see all nine ranks of angels on their knees bowing down to the humans that conquered them. And I want to throw out that senile old fart that runs the place. Ship Him off to a retirement home for old deities. He can get a duplex with Zeus or Odin. He ruined the universe at the beginning of time and He’s been ruining it ever since. He needs to be off playing golf in Boca and power walking at the mall, not running the fundamental laws of time and space. One day, He’s going to forget where he put the remote, get all distracted, and forget about gravity. Then where will we be? I know you know I’m right. I know how you think.”

      I look at him. I don’t know what else to do. He’s right, of course. I agree with pretty much everything he said about Heaven and Hell. I wouldn’t mind seeing God and Lucifer stuck on a cruise ship—shuffleboard, all-day buffets, a decent band in the bar, and a passable magic act in the lounge for all eternity. But the idea of replacing the current fuckups with Mason? That part doesn’t scan and he knows I’d never go for it.

      “So, I help you become the new Yahweh, and what do I get out of it?”

      “The world. It’s yours. And Alice. You and she can live forever. If you want her to. Once we’re in charge, we’ll control that kind of thing.”

      “Who gets Hell? The Kissi?”

      “Who better to run the place of torments than a race of natural-born torturers and killers?”

      This isn’t what I was expecting. I don’t know what I thought would be waiting for me here in Never Never Land, but it wasn’t this. I came ready to fight Genghis Khan and I walk in on a shut-in playing the biggest Dungeons and Dragons game in history.

      “You’re right. I can’t think of anyone better suited to run Hell than the Kissi.”

      I walk around the room, admiring how detailed his memory must be to have built this place. I stop at a bin full of maps that runs from the floor to the ceiling. City maps. World maps. Maps of time and celestial mechanics. Maps of the edges of the universe. I’m still holding Mason’s lighter. I flick it and hold it to one of the maps.

      “What are you doing over there?”

      Old maps are printed on good, heavy paper stock. They burn well. Old ones are dry enough to burn fast. When Mason runs to the maps, I use the lighter to fire up the books and papers on his desk.

      “Stop it!” he yells.

      I hold the lighter to a book on his lectern. The book is written in Aramaic. It looks very rare and expensive.

      “Stop it!”

      That’s the one I’d been waiting for. He’s losing his shit. Getting sloppy with his power. The demonic boom of his voice knocks the house off its foundation and cracks the walls. Books, globes, and old specimen jars fly off the shelves. I lose my balance and knock over a spiderlike Kissi skeleton.

      “The problem, Mason, is you only know me from the old days when breaking things was more fun. Your plan is so completely brain damaged that I might have gone for it back then. But all that matters now is one thing. You killed Alice and I’m going to kill you.”

      I set fire to anatomy charts and diagrams of mystical automata.

      He uses a throw rug to smother the fire on the lectern.

      “When I’m sitting on my golden throne in the sky, I’m going to make you and your bitch my special project.”

      Mason blurs across the room at me, faster than I could ever move. He knocks me out of the way so that he can rescue the papers I’ve set on fire. He’s working really well for a few seconds, but then the black knife that I stuck in his side when he cuffed me away really starts to hurt. He reaches around to take the knife out. But I’m pretty fast, too. I leap and roll, jam my boot heel into the knife hilt, plunging it another six inches into his side. Mason groans and falls on his face.

      I climb on top of him and rip the knife out with my left hand. Get my right arm around his throat and stab up, slipping the blade between his ribs and into his heart. Mason shudders and so does the house. The walls and ceiling crack. Bricks, lath, and plaster rain down on us. I push the knife in farther and hear the upstairs collapse.

      A bookcase comes loose from the wall and crashes down on me. Mason throws an elbow and knocks me onto my back. Then he’s on top of me. I get the knife up in time and jam it right back between his ribs. But Mason does a trick I didn’t know he could do.

      He’s been doing more with the Kissi than exchanging sea stories and brownie recipes. He slips his hand through my body and right into my chest. Instantly I’m cold and nauseous, remembering what it was like in Josef’s office. With every wave of pain and sickness, I twist the knife deeper into him.

      The mansion walls are dust and the floor is sagging under our weight. A great, black dome of nothingness hangs over our heads. Then even the floor is gone and we’re in the dark, surrounded by the chittering, scuttling noises of the Kissi, the only reminder that we haven’t fallen out of the universe completely.

      I shout Hellion control curses and poison hexes into Mason’s ear. He digs his hand into my chest and gets his fingers around the key. The whole universe shifts, like a car sliding on black ice. I drag the black blade between Mason’s ribs. Throw attack spells. Mason chatters in Kissi, trying to fill my head with dread and confusion. Luckily, I’m already confused and full of dread, so the spell is kind of redundant.

      The darkness shreds around us. Streaks of something leak through the opaque wall of nothing. A billion Kissi scream as light burns into their hiding place.

      We’re falling. Or things are swirling past us. I can’t tell which. I catch glimpses of the Room of Thirteen Doors. Every time Mason tries to rip the key from my chest, the room shifts at the center of time and space, warping the universe.

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