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"It is a world like our own in every respect ... save one. In the 1950s, random acts of possession begin to Occur. Ordinary men, women, and children are the targets of entities that seem to spring from the depths of the collective unconscious, pop-cultural avatars some call demons. There's the Truth, implacable avenger of falsehood. The Captain, brave and self-sacrificing soldier. The Little Angel, whose kiss brings death, whether desired or not. And a string of others, ranging from the bizarre to the benign to the horrific." "As a boy, Del ...
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"It is a world like our own in every respect ... save one. In the 1950s, random acts of possession begin to Occur. Ordinary men, women, and children are the targets of entities that seem to spring from the depths of the collective unconscious, pop-cultural avatars some call demons. There's the Truth, implacable avenger of falsehood. The Captain, brave and self-sacrificing soldier. The Little Angel, whose kiss brings death, whether desired or not. And a string of others, ranging from the bizarre to the benign to the horrific." "As a boy, Del Fierce is possessed by the Hellion, an entity whose mischief-making can be deadly. With the help of Del's family and a caring psychiatrist, the demon is exorcised ... or is it? Years later, following a car accident, the Hellion is back, trapped inside Del's head and clamoring to get out." Del's quest for help leads him to Valis, an entity possessing the science fiction writer formerly known as Philip K. Dick; to Mother Mariette, a nun who inspires decidedly unchaste feelings; and to the Human League, a secret society devoted to the extermination of demons. All believe that Del holds the key to the plague of possession - and its solution. But for Del, the cure may he worse than the disease.
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Publishers Weekly

Believable characters, a multilayered plot and smooth prose define Gregory's darkly ambitious debut novel. In this fascinating alternative time line, thousands of demon possessions have been carefully recorded by scientists each year since the 1950s. Each case is always the same: a recognizable, named "strain of the disorder" possesses a person, wreaks havoc and then jumps on to its next victim. Del Pierce's case is unique: when the Hellion possessed him at the age of five, it never left. Now an unhappy 20-something, Del undertakes a dangerous quest to exorcise the Hellion as it fights him for control. The trim prose keeps the pace intense and the action red hot through some emotionally disturbing scenes and heavy backstory. Absorbing psychological discussions of possession abound, from Jungian archetypes to the eye of Shiva. Readers will delve deeply into Gregory's highly original demon-infested reality and hope for a sequel. (Sept.)

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VOYA - Catherine Gilmore-Clough
An ordinary day at Chicago's O'Hare airport takes a turn for the weird when one of the travelers is possessed by a demon. In Gregory's world, peopled by demons that seem to reflect archetypes from some collective unconscious, this event is inconvenient but not unusual. His present-day story is set in a world where demons have plagued humanity since their mysterious emergence in the 1950s. Del Pierce, who as a young boy was possessed by the entity known as the Hellion, witnesses this airport possession while struggling with the knowledge that something is drastically wrong with him-something connected to his own experience. To save his life, and the lives of countless others, Del will have to learn more about the origins and purposes of demons than any other person has dared. Gregory, a successful short story writer, crafts an intriguing and suspenseful first novel. His vivid storytelling and uniquely fresh take on an ancient theme, combined with a compelling narrative voice and a fast-paced story, is sure to gain fans among readers of science fiction and urban fantasy. The sometimes coarse language, mature themes, and a sexual encounter make this book a good choice for more mature readers, but those who regularly search the adult shelves for something new and interesting will not be disappointed. Reviewer: Catherine Gilmore-Clough
Library Journal

In Gregory's alternate world, the 1950s saw the emergence of a new phenomenon in which ordinary people began to be possessed-not by demons from Hell but by archetypes straight from the collective unconsciousness. Among these are the Kamikaze, who drives its hosts to spectacular acts of suicide or assassination; the Truth, who destroys liars; and the Little Angel, a young girl in a nightgown, who visits the dying and whose kiss speeds them to their inevitable end. Since he was five, Del Pierce has been possessed by the Hellion, a creature part Dennis the Menace, part total destructive mayhem. To all appearances, Del is now free of the "demon," and his family simply believes that he has been mentally ill. But Del knows that the Hellion is still trapped within his body, always on the edge of breaking his host's eroding control. Rising sf/fantasy star Gregory, winner of the Asimov's Reader's Award for his novelette "Second Person, Present Tense," demonstrates his skill at full-length storytelling in a debut novel that breaks new ground while paying homage to some of the genre's most iconoclastic authors, A.E. Van Vogt and Philip K. Dick. Most libraries should introduce sf fans to this bright new voice of the 21st century.


—Jackie Cassada
Kirkus Reviews
Gregory's pulpy debut novel takes place in a world where demonic possession is both commonplace and hotly debated, and follows one man's struggle with his (literal) inner demon in a story that combines elements of horror, alternate history and magic realism. The novel's America is much like ours, with the key difference being that people are regularly possessed by demons-or are they? Scientists and religious leaders alike disagree on what exactly causes people to act out in strange ways. Jungians, big in this world, believe that possessions are manifestations of the collective unconscious. Whatever they are, they're a serious pain for Del Pierce, who as a child was possessed by an entity known as the Hellion, a sort of Dennis-the-Menace-on-steroids, and has since been able keep it at bay, for the most part. When a car accident jostles the demon, Del decides to get rid of it once and for all, an arduous process that brings him in contact with all manner of strange characters, including punk-rock exorcist Mother Mariette, and eventually to a dark secret about the nature of demons themselves. Gregory's storytelling is punchy and economical. The tale is mostly told from Del's perspective, with occasional interludes expounding on the history of demons. The author integrates his fictional characters with real people in ways both humorous (O.J. Simpson uses the "possession defense" in his murder trial) and weirdly touching (Philip K. Dick is kept alive by being possessed by the manifestation of one of his own characters). The plot zips along quickly, although it runs into a few narrative dead ends, and the exploration of pulp and comic-book tropes is reminiscent of latter-day Stephen King, onlyless ponderous. The confused, abrupt ending is the only real letdown. A promising first effort that demonstrates Gregory's ability to synthesize scraps of pop culture into a compelling, original story. Agent: Christine Cohen/Virginia Kidd Agency
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780345501165
  • Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 8/26/2008
  • Pages: 304
  • Sales rank: 586,627
  • Product dimensions: 5.40 (w) x 8.10 (h) x 0.80 (d)

Meet the Author

Daryl Gregory is the author of numerous novels, including Raising Stony Mayhall and Unpossible and Other Stories. He has won and been a finalist for several awards, including the Crawford Award and the Shirley Jackson Award. Daryl lives in Pennsylvania with his family.

A veteran of stage and screen, Peter Berkrot held feature roles in Caddyshack and Showtime's Brotherhood. He has recorded over 170 audiobooks, over 100 for children; has been nominated for an Audie Award; and has received a number of AudioFile Earphones Awards and starred reviews.

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The woman next to me said, It’s the Kamikaze. Someone else said, No, it’s the Painter—the Painter or the Fat Boy.

The river of people leaving the gates had log-jammed against a line of cops, and rumor rippled back through the crowd. A demon had possessed a man, and O’Hare security had sealed off the concourse between the gates and baggage claim. Reactions varied from exasperation to excitement. It was another travel delay, but at least it was an interesting delay.

I could see nothing beyond the end of the crowd but the cops’ blue shoulders and the cavernous space of the United terminal. We couldn’t go back: we’d just come through security, and more travelers were filling in behind us. There was nothing to do but wait for the demon to finish its business.

I dropped my blue nylon duffel bag between my feet and sat astride it, surrounded by a forest of legs and luggage. The scraping sensation in my head, quiet since morning, started up again. I stared at my shoes and tried to take clarifying breaths. My last doctor was big on clarifying breaths—that, and heavy meds.

I was tired. I’d been traveling all day, flying standby and catching one flight for every three, portaging the duffel through three airports, three sets of security shakedowns. At least I wasn’t Japanese. Those poor bastards were practically strip-searched at every gate.

Someone backed into me, stumbled, and moved aside. I looked up, and the crowd shifted backward like spooked cattle. A path opened through the bodies, and suddenly I was alone in the middle of an aisle with the possessed man running toward me.

He was naked to the waist, his skinny chest and arms coated with gray dust, eyes wide and happy. He grinned, his mouth making words I couldn’t hear. I got out of his way, leaving my bag in the middle of the floor.

He veered suddenly toward a popcorn vendor cart. Parents yanked children out of his way; people scattered. The crowd’s mood had lurched from morbid curiosity to outright fear. A demon five hundred yards away was a lot different than one in your face.

He grabbed the cart by its handles and tipped it easily with the cartoon strength of the possessed. Someone screamed. The glass case shattered. Yellow popcorn blossomed into the air, and a metal pan bounced off the tile and rolled away like a hubcap.

The possessed man cackled and began to scoop up the popcorn, ignoring the shards of glass. He rose into a squat, arms full, and winked at me conspiratorially. His hands were bloody. He staggered back the way he’d come, hunched over his load. The cop let him pass without making a move.

What else could he do? He couldn’t shoot the guy. It wasn’t his fault, and if they obstructed him the demon might get pissed, jump to someone else (like a cop with a gun), and start hurting people. Nothing to do but keep the gawkers back and wait for it to burn itself out.

I picked up my bag and walked forward—plenty of room at the front of the line now—until I’d reached the temporary barrier, a ribbon of nylon strung between plastic posts. There was no one between me and the demon but a line of cops.

The United terminal was an art deco cathedral of steel and glass, shining ribs arcing under blue glass. I’d always liked it. The demon, trailing puffs of popcorn, shuffled to the middle of the concourse, stopped between the Starbucks and the shrine to the Kamikaze, and opened his arms. The popcorn spread over the marble with a susurrant huff.

He surveyed the mess for a moment, and then began to dance. He crushed the popcorn beneath his glossy black shoes. He paused, then danced again. When he was satisfied he dropped to hands and knees and began pushing the yellow powder into the borders of his sand painting, his collage, his sculpture—whatever the hell it was.

What it was, though, was a farm: a quaint white farmhouse, a red silo and barn, a line of trees, wide open fields. The farmhouse was powdered detergent or sugar or salt; the silo bits of red plastic and glass that could have been plucked from smashed exit signs; the trees cunningly arranged candy wrappers and strips of Styrofoam from coffee cups and junk food packages. The crumbled popcorn became the edge of a wheat field. The picture was simultaneously naturalistic and hazily distorted, a landscape seen through waves of heat.

The demon began to add details. I sat down on my duffel and watched him work. He fiddled with the shards of red glass to suggest the warp of barn wood; gently blew the white powder into the ghosts of gutters and window frames; scraped his shoe heel against the marble to create a smudge above the house that could have been a cloud or a large bird. The longer he worked, the more familiar the scene became. I’d never seen the place before—at least, I didn’t remember ever seeing a farm like this—but the picture was so relentlessly quaint, so Norman Rockwell, that maybe it was the idea of the farm that I recognized. The Jungians thought demons were archetypes from the collective unconscious. Perhaps the subject matter of archetypal artists was archetypes.

And then he abruptly stood and walked away, not even glancing back at the finished picture. The man took maybe a dozen steps, and then collapsed. No one moved for perhaps a minute.

Finally a cop edged forward, his hand on his nightstick, and asked the man questions I couldn’t catch. The man looked up, frightened. The cop helped him to his feet, and the man looked at his cut hands, then around at the crowds. The cop put an arm around his shoulder and led him away.

. . .

“Del!”

Lew, My Very Bigger Brother, bellowing from the other end of the atrium. His wife, Amra, shook her head in mock embarrassment. This was part of their shtick: Lew was loud and embarrassing, Amra was socially appropriate.

Lew met me halfway across the floor and grabbed me in a hug, his gut hitting me like a basketball. He’d always been bigger than me, but now he was six inches taller and a hundred pounds heavier. “Jesus Christ!” he said. “What took you so long? The board said your flight got in an hour ago.” His beard was bushier than when I’d last seen him a year and a half ago, but it had still failed to colonize the barren patches between ear and chin.

“Sorry about that—something about four bags of heroin up my ass. Hey, Amra.”

“Hello, Del.”

I hugged her briefly. She smelled good as always. She’d cut her long, shiny black hair into something short and professional.

Lew grabbed the strap from my shoulder and tried to take it from me. “I got it,” I said.

“Come on, you look like you haven’t slept in a week.” He yanked it from me. “Shit, this is heavy. How many more bags do you got?”

“That’s it.”

“What are you, a fuckin’ hobo? Okay, we have to take a shuttle to the parking garage. Follow me.” He charged ahead with the duffel on his back.

“Did you hear there was a demon in the airport?” Amra said.

“I was there. They wouldn’t let us out of the terminal until he was gone. So what happened to the Cher hair?”

“Oh . . .” She made a gesture like shooing a fly. “Too much. You saw it? Which one was it—not the Kamikaze?” The news tracked them by name, like hurricanes. Most people went their whole lives without seeing one in person. I’d seen five—six, counting today’s. I’m lucky that way.

“The Painter, I think. At least, it was making a picture.”

Lew glanced back, gave Amra a look. He wanted her to stop talking about it. “Probably a faker,” Lew said. “There’s a possession conference going on downtown next week. The town’ll be full of posers.”

“I don’t think this guy was faking,” I said. That mad grin. That wink. “Afterward he was just crushed. Totally confused.”

“I wonder if he even knows how to draw,” Amra said.

The tram dropped us at a far parking lot, and then we shivered in the wind while Lew unlocked the car and loaded my duffel into the tiny trunk.

It was new, a bulbous silver Audi that looked futuristic and fast. I thought of my own car, crumpled like a beer can, and tried not to be jealous. The Audi was too small for Lew anyway. He enveloped the steering wheel, elbows out, like he was steering with his stomach. His seat was pushed all the way back, so I sat behind Amra. Lew flew down 294, swearing at drivers and juking between lanes. I should have been used to Lew’s driving by then, but the speed and erratic turns had me gripping the back of Amra’s seat. I grew up in the suburbs, but every time I came back to Chicago I experienced traffic shock. We were forty minutes from downtown, and there were four crammed lanes on each side of the road, and everyone moving at 70 mph. It was worse than Denver.

“So what have you been doing with yourself?” Lew asked. “You don’t call, you don’t write, you don’t send flowers . . .”

“We missed you at Christmas,” Amra said.

“See, Lew? From Amra, that actually means she missed me at Christmas. From you or Mom that would have meant ‘How could you have let us down like that?’ ”

“Then she said it wrong.”

They’d only been married for a year and a half, but they’d been dating on and off—mostly on—since college. “So when are you guys going to settle down and make Mom some multiracial grandbabies? The Cyclops has gotta be demanding a little baby action.”

Amra groaned. “Do you have to call her that? And you’re changing the subject.”

“Yeah,” Lew said. “Back to your faults as a son and brother. What have you been up to?”

“Well, that’s a funny story.”

Lew glanced at me in the rearview mirror. Amra turned in her seat to face me, frowning in concern.

“Jeez, guys.” I forced a smile. “Can you at least let me segue into this?”

“What is it?” Amra said.

“It’s not a big deal. I had a car accident in November, went through a guardrail in the snow, and then—”

Lew snorted in surprise. “Were you drunk?”

“Fuck you. The road was icy, and I just hit the curve too fast and lost control. I went through the rail, and then the car started flipping.” My gut tightened, remembering that jolt. My vision had gone dark as I struck the rail, and I’d felt myself pitching forward, as if I were being sucked into a black well. “I ended up at the bottom of a ravine, upside down, and I couldn’t get my seatbelt undone.” I left out the caved-in roof, the icy water running through the car, my blind panic. “I just hung there until the cops got me out.”

“Weren’t you hurt?” Amra asked.

I shrugged. “My arms were scraped up, and my back was killing me, but that turned out to be just a pulled muscle. They kept me in the hospital for a day, and then they let me go. And afterward . . . well, all in all I was pretty lucky.”

“Lucky?” Lew said. “Why do people say that? You get a tumor, and if it turns out that you can operate on it, people say, gee, that was lucky. No, lucky is not getting cancer. Lucky is not getting cancer, then finding ten bucks in your shoe.”

“Are you done?” Amra said.

“He totaled his car. He’s not that lucky.”

Amra shook her head. “You were about to say something else, Del. What happened after the accident?”

“Yeah, afterward.” I suddenly regretted bringing it up. I’d thought I could practice on Lew and Amra, get ready for the main event with Mom. Amra looked at me expectantly.

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  • Anonymous

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    Wonderful

    I really enjoyed this book. It's a great read for anyone looking for one.

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  • Posted November 3, 2010

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    Pandemonium

    Simply put, I loved this book. It was the kind of story where I would lose track of how many pages and chapters I had read and would just keep reading into the wee hours of the night. Loaded with thought provoking ideas and tons of pop culture references, Gregory's 'Pandemonium' is the thinking man's 'Exorcist'. More of a speculative fiction novel than anything, this book will please fans of Philip K. Dick without a doubt. The writing is simple, clean and accessible. The characters are, for the most part, fleshed out quite well and the action is pretty enthralling. This is the kind of book where you can simply read it and enjoy, or you can think about it for a little bit and realize it brings up some pretty interesting questions concerning identity. One way or another, for an author's first novel, this was wholly impressive.

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    This novel was excelent, almost mindblowing in its form. The characters are thick and realistic. The plot and writing style are both engaging and surprising. There are many references to real world culture, past and present, that allows you to KNOW that this is in the real world, and that the real world has a past. The tale twists and bends, never letting up on action. And the END! God, it was incredible. This is a must read! If you like Sci-fi or simply like to read, this is the book to pick up.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 3, 2008

    superb young adult fantasy

    Demonic possession was first noticed in the 1950s as one hundred demons leap from one person to another infecting thousands. As a child Del Pierce was chosen by Hellion, but with his family and a psychologist, he kicked the demon out. --- Years later, Del never fully recovered from his trauma. Two more incidents as a teen and as an adult has led to Del hearing voices and believing the Hellion has returned to reside in his head. Sleep has become a nightmare as Del hurts people and destroys property. He is hospitalized and receives sleeping pills which help, but is kicked out with little medicine when his insurance runs out. Del goes home to attend the International Conference on Possession hoping that research by Dr. Ram will make him a demon-free zone so he no longer chains himself up at night. At the event Valis the demon (his human host is Philip K. Dick) introduces him to clairvoyant Mother Mariette the Human league soldiers whose vision is a demon free earth want Del contained or dead. --- Although Del Rey labels PANDEMONIUM as a young adult fantasy, the complex surrealistic story line takes a powerful psychological tour of the human mind from predominately Jungian theory. Demons are considered by Jung followers as archetypes of the collective unconscious other theories also abound. However, Del is the key to this superb paranormal psychological thriller as he is the human posterboy of demon possession. This deep complicated thriller is a terrific allegorical tale that through demonic possession takes a fascinating look at mental disorders comparative to what is the acceptable norm. --- Harriet Klausner

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  • Posted May 15, 2012

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    Excellent Mash-up

    This book is the ultimate mash-up. Gregory skillfully combines elements of pop culture, blends and bends historical events, and grinds together genres in a way I've never experienced. Set in a world where demonic possession is an accepted, albeit misunderstood, occurrence, we follow Del through his own journey of self-awareness. Possessed at an early age, Del struggles with the after-effects lingering even into his adulthood.

    Whether a fan of horror, science fiction, or fantasy, you won't be disappointed. Gregory has a touch of everything in here, all fit together like some masterful jigsaw puzzle of a complex mandala

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  • Posted December 22, 2011

    Highest recommendation! Just what I was looking for!

    Just a terrific story! Daryl Gregory shows us a real world, a world we can Identify with, that is struggling to comprehend and deal with this phenomenon of possesion. Are people being possessed by real, supernatural demons, or are they something else? Can they be stopped, contained? The quest to find these answers makes for a real page turner!
    I love the way the author takes everyday things and ideas that interest me, like comic books, monster myths, and gives them real substance and importance in the story but in very un-cliche ways.
    And the characters, especially Del and his older brother Lew, just ring true for me.
    This book kept me surprised and delighted through the entire story. I really hope there's a sequel planned!

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    Astounding

    Not only was it well written, but it was absorbing. Quite simply a phenomenal read.

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    Posted August 4, 2012

    Excellent

    Excellent novel, great story, great characters. Keeps your attention right to the end.

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