And here is a peek into Chapter One;
Canto One – The Puppet’s Preface
Murray Dawes was sad but silent as the sheriff’s deputies put him in the cell in the county lock-up. Other men would protest their innocence of being a serial murderer and sex offender. Murray was accused of being the infamous “Teddy Bear Killer” who molested and murdered young boys all across the Midwest. Murray was in fact not quite right in the head. Something was off enough to make him constantly silent as the stones on an Iowan hillside in winter. But just because he was silent and mentally unique, it didn’t explain how he could end up accused of terrible crimes when he was totally innocent. He had, in truth, only been guilty of rescuing the last boy-victim of the real killer. And because he wouldn’t answer any questions from anybody, and the boy-victim was in shock and couldn’t talk, he stood a very real chance of taking the whole of the blame. Well, I wasn’t about to stand for it. I would find some way to tell them all the truth. My name is Zearlop. I am Murray’s ventriloquist’s puppet. And I know the truth that’s inside his muddled head.
I also know you will probably say this is totally unbelievable, that an inanimate object… or, rather, a puppet who is animated by others, cannot be the narrator of a story. You are right, of course. I can’t possibly be the author of this tale. I am a modified sock puppet of a zebra with mechanically blinking eyes and mechanically enhanced mouth movements. My head is full of cotton stuffing and old newspapers. But I was cleverly put together by two geniuses, and given life by another.
You have to understand; the human mind is like a great complex Labyrinth where no man has ever mastered every single corridor. Sometimes the most beautifully complex minds become lost or trapped in a dead-end corridor, never to find the light outside again.
But sometimes a special mind that was meant for special things is helped to find the light again… shown a trap door or a secret exit by another who has mastered at least a portion of the great, overly-complex dungeon.
And sometimes it is possible to slip past the Minotaur who guards the secrets of the Labyrinth and keeps us all from unlocking the magic. My story, the story I mean to tell you even if you don’t believe I am capable of telling it because I am a mechanical sock puppet of a zebra, begins with a fool. The fool’s name is Murray Dawes. That’s right, Mumbling Murray Dawes, the feeb, the spaz, the Special-Ed idiot, son of Elmer and Ethel Dawes, the nephew of Harker Dawes, and the only human being in the universe who had more in common with potatoes than he did with other people. Yes, I promise I will explain that last one later in the story.