Before he mysteriously died while fishing by Wyomings Gros Ventre, Alex Kimtis, a successful novelist, left a note on the manuscript hed recently completed. If something should happen, give this to my brother, Dan. As Dan soon discovers, the manuscript is more than a story. His brothers literary agent, Bren Stockwell, approaches Dan at the funeral, demanding he hand over the first draft. When Dan begins reading the work with conviction, undecided if hell give the writing to Bren, events from the story begin happening in the realm of his own life. Before long, hes spiraled into a world he cannot explain, where things on paper arent always stories, and the only answers lie with an ancient Native American named Wudadda. The mandible of the noosed corpse cracked, forcing itself open. A leathery tongue parted cobwebs, which condemned the mouth of speech. Knitted to the teeth, they stretched with elasticity. A screeching whisper, the skeleton hissed, Wudadda.
