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 GHOST OF TEEC NOS POS

A mystery in which the criminal is also the victim.
A portrait of a photographer.
A strange romance.

“Extraordinary!” Rust Hills
The Ghost of Teec Nos Pos
 
literary fiction/mystery
   520 pgs
   hardcover

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The Book - A literary mystery, unique and poetic, set in San Francisco and the Southwest.

Author - Pseudonymous; however, the author is willing to give open interviews and reveal himself, after the book is reviewed.

Marketing - A unique book, it lends itself well to excerpts. An excellent reading on CD by the author is ready for release.

Packaging - Firefallmedia can package and produce the book,  in consultation with the publisher.

Publication Date - Spring, Fall, or any season.

Delivery Date - One month after contract.


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Chapter One - page one

I grow Indian, living out. I spirit my car into starting. The film’s finished, the image in the silver’s fading. It’s time to soak it in the yellow dark, to see the dreaming rise. My tires slap the steel ribs of the roadway. The bridge arches me into the sky. Where are we going, when will we leave, whose trip do the planets breathe? Blood’s racing. Changing lanes syncopates the rush. The Bay Bridge crowds. Must be more of us out at two in the night, than at two in the day, but my camera’s empty. I purr along, still surging inside. Above San Francisco, the Studebaker stutters. I glide down the off-ramp and pit stop in the rose tent of a street light. This time I can’t fix the linkage. In the back seat, Prairie Fire uncurls from her sleep. The freckles on the pulse of her neck twitch like mosquitoes. She seems bleak.
    Her live-in warehouse is only four corners away. We walk them. The warm brick and milk-glass windows glow. There for days, sniffing coke and Courvoisier, under soft umbrellas and old oak propellers, the walls of time cave, splintering. I’ve made one u-turn too many. Spin has set in. Who’s doing nothing today, what time are we in? Hey, I got some good, come visit.
    We push-start Prairie’s pick-up and rut the studio circuit. Invitations intersect. Now the free-base bar is portable. In the firelight, all roads lead to accidents. We never get to them. The pickup battery dies completely of cold neglect. We see-saw in place. Welcomes fly past.
    Suddenly again I see what’s in my eyes when they’re surprised, and follow the slant of the light on the wall and look up and out, at the sun hiving. I reach for my lenses. My cameras see for me sometimes, they send me looking now. Prairie stays home, grounded, in her hanger. The yellow flame of the butane curls in her pasture- green eyes. We’re out of place in the city, but the Studebaker Hawk won’t speed again till the spring. More than linkage is needed. I’ve been improvise-fitting the car for too long. Since I was sixteen no parts have been made. Mellon......


Synopsis - Primed by the FBI, a photographer in self-defense kills a gallery owner. Unwilling to face the lens himself, Silica Tilsin buries Blue Kayak in a dry wash near Teec Nos Pos (Navajo for trading circle). Silica returns to San Francisco, trying to find the reasons behind BK’s final threat, and to locate the missing show that started the clash. Encountering the people pictured, Silica discovers that his photographs are in fact lids on secret lives and a plan to expand the West into a new country. Indeed the killing precipitates the art wars. By organizing the resulting chaos into their own, the women closest to Silica reshape him. Silica continues to explore in widening circles, but discovers again and again that the grave centers his search. By facing death at every turn, he learns the truth about his own past and that Blue Kayak entered U.S. life as a classified code name. Now Silica’s search leads to an expedition inward. He enters into complete identity with his camera, to complete his self-portrait. His inability however to still the fire-woman he travels with brings him full circle, to new and empty mindscapes. Washington conspires to collect the results.

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