Ghosts Through the Cracks by Sarah Zama is an historical fantasy novella set in 1920s Chicago. Meet the main good guy, Blood.
The world is changing so fast it is unsettling.
This city of Chicago is the most puzzling place I’ve ever visited. Full of people. Full of noise. It’s hard to listen with all this noise around us. But there are voices calling. There are always voices calling. And I’ll always listen.
Cansasa also called, long ago, when we first met. He was the one who gave me my name by calling to me. Wewacipi.
It was a crumbling world of wars, and deceit, and lies that we were living in. Tribes were disbanded and destroyed, we were all supposed to take up a new way of living, no matter how senseless it looked to us, no matter how wounded we still were from all the loss. So many had lost so much.
Cansasa was a man left with nothing, he sure thought so. I knew better. I knew he still remembered and he still cared, deep inside. There’s a place, deep inside us, where nothing is ever lost. Where no matter what people see, what we ourselves think, our true self always lives. Sometimes we forget to look. Sometimes, we’re afraid of looking.
Cansasa taught me that.
But I couldn’t tell him back then. I knew he wouldn’t listen. So I had to show him.
I knew he hated the reservation. Like his chief, he never accepted to surrender to it. But I knew that was the place he needed to be. He gave in, in the end. He gave in because he trusted me.
He hated every moment. Hated seeing his cousins, his relatives, his elders, his tribesmen suffering and fading. He felt powerless – and he was, because he refused to delve into that deepest part of him where his strength lay, because that’s where his most painful memories also lived.
I was powerless too. I wasn’t able to make him see. When he decided to leave, I wasn’t happy about his decision, but I went with him. Of course I did. We’re brothers. I won’t leave him to tread this path alone.
One day he will see. He will look further and he will see. I’ll be there when that happens.
But now, we’re here in Chicago and other voices call. Other people who feel trapped and need to look just a little bit further.
I’ll listen to them. I will always listen.
Who’s modelling as Blood
Michael Joseph Jackson was born in Gary, Indiana on August 29, 1958, and entertained audiences nearly his entire life. His parents prodded their growing family’s musical interests at home. By the early 1960s, the older boys Jackie, Tito and Jermaine had begun performing around the city; by 1964, Michael and Marlon had joined in. A musical prodigy, Michael’s singing and dancing talents were amazingly mature, and he soon became the dominant voice and focus of the Jackson 5. As a product of the 1970s, the boys emerged as one of the most accomplished black pop / soul vocal groups in music history, successfully evolving from a group like The Temptations to a disco phenomenon.
Solo success for Michael was inevitable, and by the 1980s, he had become infinitely more popular than his brotherly group. Record sales consistently orbited, culminating in the biggest-selling album of all time, “Thriller” in 1982. A TV natural, he ventured rather uneasily into films, such as playing the Scarecrow in I’m magic (1978), but had much better luck with elaborate music videos.
IMDb – Michael Jackson Biography
Rolling Stones – Michael Jackson Biography
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Alyssa @ The Devil Orders Takeout
Okay, but this = such an amazingly compelling voice! These two characters are so vulnerable and complex — super intrigued about this story. Plus the city of Chicago sounds soooooo fascinating!
Thanks so much for stopping by Alyssa. I’m so happy you like my guys 😉
So sad looking at photos of a younger (and I hope happier) Michael Jackson.
Are you a moonwalker too, Anabel? I’ve been since I was ten.
A powerful piece of writing, Sarah. Enjoyed it a lot. This is a deep character.
You know, Wewacipi gave lots of troubles in the first stages of working at the trilogy. I feared he is too positive a character to be believable. But now I think I’ve found a balance. Well, at least I hope 🙂
*shivers* That was haunting, Sarah. Then again, Blood seemed like a very haunted character in the story. This post in paricular makes me more curious learn about his ability to hear or sense ghosts.
Btw, does Give In To The Feeling take place before or after the Ghost Trilogy?
I’m happy you liked it, Sara 🙂
“Give in to the Feeling” takes place two years before “Ghost Trilogy”. I’m happy you’re asking 😉
Hi. Dropping by late. I too found your descriptions compelling. Sad what happened to Michael. In college a Nez Perce tribal elder visited a class I was taking on N. Americans. The voices of his people and surrounding nature were so real to him. I could have sat at his feet for hours, listening to his stories. Have not read your story, so not sure of the context, but I’m reminded of Blood and Cansasa.
Whatever I achieved with Cansasa and Wewacipi in terms of authenticy of their voice is all the merit of a Mohawk friend of mine. She has guided me for the past three years and is a strong supporter of this project. I own her a lot.
Barbara In Caneyhead
Why does it so often seem the uniquely gifted also become the uniquely tormented. I have often wondered if we do it to them as fans. But then you look back in history and see some dealing with demons without ever knowing fame in their lifetime. – This is a side of Blood I have not seen before. Well, no, I suppose I did, just not so directly from his point of view. No wonder it is a favorite of yours!
It’s a side of Blood that is more relevant to the trilogy. I happy you were able to see this side of him even from the novella 🙂
I really enjoyed reading this! I don’t know if I fully understood everything but I love your writing style and definitely need to read deeper into it as this is the first time I’ve come across your blog! xxx
Thanks Yella 🙂
I’m very happy you liked it. And thanks so much fo rstopping by 🙂