reliable information on the Memphis vortex, and it is exactly what we need.'
She turned away from Speedo then, for she knew her face gave away certain emotions she preferred to keep to herself. She comforted herself with thoughts of her larger purpose in Everlost. All those chosen to lead were asked to make painful sacrifices to prove themselves worthy. And today Mary would sacrifice her love. In her book Caution, This Means You, Mary Hightower devotes the following bullet point to vortices.
'Vortices are both the bane and blessing of Everlost. On the positive side, unexpected objects have been known to cross into Everlost through one vortex or another. However, on a less pleasant note, vortices will affect Afterlights in very undesirable ways. If you suspect that you've come across a vortex, it is best to steer clear of it, and report it to an authority.'
CHAPTER 33 Suspicious Minds
In the varied and multilayered quilt of creation, one might say that vortices are the points where the surface is attached to the lining. In other words, a vortex is a spot that exists both in Everlost and the living world simultaneously.
Who can say what creates them? Perhaps it is the constant attention of the living that does it-for all vortices exist in spots that are the focus of human scrutiny. The living, of course, have only the slightest clue about the supernatural nature of these black holes of consciousness. Rare sightings of Afterlights, visible only in infrared light, perhaps-or recorded Afterlight voices that can only be heard at twenty times the normal volume. Odd smells, or unexpected chills-but nothing more than that.
In Everlost, however, the effect of a vortex can be immense.
Any Afterlight that steps on the pitcher's mound in old Yankee Stadium will be sent flying toward home plate at 107 miles per hour-the speed at which Billy Wagner threw the world's fastest pitch on that very spot. Any Afterlight that stands directly beneath the capital dome in Washington, DC, will suffer the simultaneous bombardment of every speech ever delivered in Congress and the House of Representatives, causing instant and irreversible insanity. And any Afterlight that enters any Department of Motor Vehicles in the western world will discover that time doesn't just stop, it ceases to exist entirely.
The Memphis vortex is a unique one, because it affects every Afterlight differently. One boy, for instance, had walked in on a dare. His most prominent feature was a sizeable Afro that was his pride and joy-even larger in Everlost than it had been when he was alive. He stepped into the vortex, and ten minutes later rolled out as a six- foot furball with eyes.
An Afterlight girl so self-conscious about her braces that they had already doubled in size in her mouth, stumbled into the vortex to satisfy her own curiosity. When she left, she found her entire head encased in wires, brackets, and gum-bands.
And then there was the Afterlight who was somewhat sensitive to odors. He passed through the vortex, and emerged with a supernaturally acute sense of smell, along with highly irritable sinuses.
The Memphis vortex is a place of excess. That is to say, whatever you bring in with you, you leave with tenfold.
While in Everlost it is known as the Intolerable Nexus of Extremes, the living have a different name for it.
The living call it Graceland.
The Mississippi wind kept most Afterlights away from Memphis, so only a few Afterlights knew of the strange and curious properties of Graceland, and the rumors faded the farther one got from the place. Mary Hightower, however, was now privy to firsthand information. After hearing the Sniffer's account of his own personal experience there, Mary concluded, with both excitement and remorse, that this was the place she must meet Nick. In fact, she believed it was the destined place for their meeting, chosen, perhaps, by the Almighty himself.
Mary had no fear of the vortex, because the way she saw it, she could not be any more right than she already was.
Dearest Nick,
It appears our paths cross again. While I detest the very idea of putting my children at risk, I will defend what I know to be true. It would be foolish of you to battle us, however. I have more than two hundred loyal Afterlights-certainly we outnumber you.
I propose a meeting at a neutral location. I have been advised that the mansion at Graceland is a comfortable place for such a meeting. I will be there waiting for you today at five o'clock PM. I feel confident we will be able to either resolve our differences, or reach an acceptable compromise.
Most humbly yours,
Miss Mary Hightower
The girl who had brought the note looked terrified. Nick smiled to ease her fear, but he knew his smile no longer appeared comforting. Most of it flowed into a dark dripping frown which made the girl back away into Johnnie-O, who stood behind her. Used to be kids were more frightened by Johnnie-O and his power-knuckles than they were of Nick.
'Thank you,' Nick told her. Then he reached for the bucket, which he still kept close, and with his good hand he pulled out a coin. 'As payment for bringing me this message, I'm going to offer you a reward.' He turned the coin in his fingers. 'Do you know what this is?'
'Mary says it's evil.'
'Do you believe that?'
'Yes,' said the girl quickly. Then after a moment. 'I don't know
…' She regarded it for a moment more, clearly tempted. Then she asked, 'What will you do to me if I don't take it?'
'Nothing,' said Nick. 'Just because I'm offering it to you doesn't mean you have to take it.' He was surprised by the question, but he supposed he shouldn't be. The lies that Mary must have told her children about him were woven so deeply into their minds, it would take more than a chocolate smile to win them over.
'I'm not supposed to take anything from you, sir.'
'I understand. Go back to Mary and tell her the Chocolate Ogre says yes. I'll meet her.'
The girl left as quickly as she could, and Nick showed the note to Johnnie-O.
'Two hundred Afterlights?' said Johnnie-O. 'If all she has are two hundred, we outnumber her two to one! We could take them on right now!' He pounded his fist into his palm. 'Sneak attack!'
'We could, but we won't. This is about freeing, not fighting-never forget that.'
'Yeah, but you got an army back there waiting to bust some heads.'
'We're in Everlost,' Nick reminded him. 'Heads don't bust.' But Johnnie-O still wasn't satisfied. Nick sighed. 'You'll have your fight,' Nick admitted-as much to himself as to Johnnie-O. 'Mary's got them so brainwashed, they'll fight us rather than take their coins.'
'Then we'll force 'em' said Johnnie-O. 'We'll make 'em take their coins, and if they don't, we'll push 'em down into the dirt. Good riddance!'
A surge of anger raged through Nick, and for a moment his chocolate ran as dark as licorice. He grabbed Johnnie-O by the shirt, and his voice became a deep liquid roar. 'That's not the way we do things around here!'
Johnnie-O was not intimidated. 'You're the one who wanted an army,' he said. 'What did you think an army was for?'
Johnnie-O's point struck deep. The idea of gathering a fighting force was one thing-but actually using it was another. Nick might have been a good leader, but he was no warlord.
His anger faded, and he let his chocolate arm slip from Johnnie-O's shirt, leaving behind a nasty brown stain in the middle of his chest.
'Once Mary's defeated, we'll free the ones we can,' Nick said. 'And if they won't take their coins?' Johnnie-O asked.
'Then we take them as prisoners of war,' Nick told him.
Johnnie-O nodded, but his expression was still one of worry. 'Y'know… you can't fight her if you love her.' All
