Lydia stopped abruptly. Loose dirt shifted beneath her. She began to slide as chert and rock debris gave way in an avalanche of loose ground. Ansel loped to her aid, reaching up a hand so the girl could grab it. She hauled Lydia onto firmer ground at the bottom of the gully. ''You all right?'' ''Yeah, Ms. Phoenix.'' ''Well, he's not,'' said Shane. He stared down at the new depression above Ansel and Lydia. The dust-laden head of a man had emerged in the center of the collapsed gully wall. His swollen, pitted, and hideously mottled blue-green face protruded through the sandstone grit and gave the disconcerting illusion of being cut from marbled stone. Two angry, feasting sand scorpions scuttled out from the dirt around his chin. The three-inch-long, yellow and black arachnids snapped their pincers and twirled in a disjointed dance of death. ''Oh, my God.'' Lydia threw her hands up to her face, shielding her senses from the sight and smell of the corpse. Tim Shanks lifted his camera and clicked off a rapid succession of shots. Ansel was too shocked to berate him. Her lungs sucked in rancid air while her mind tried to make sense of the hideous scene. The gold wire glasses. That face. Despite the disfiguring ravages of decay, she knew the man. The glasses slipped from her fingers and fell with a thud next to the grave of her ex-lover.
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Christine Gentry grew up in Maryland with her fraternal twin sister where she spent the summers fishing and crabbing along the shores of the Chesapeake Bay. She has a Psychology degree and worked for Waldenbooks for twenty years. Christine’s publications include magazine articles plus fiction and nonfiction books. She has also taught courses in freelance writing and police report writing to law enforcement officials. She lives in Florida and is working on her second Ansel Phoenix mystery.From Publishers Weekly:
Sometimes it seems as if there's almost too much meat on Gentry's debut, a juicy Montana mystery introducing Ansel Phoenix, who draws dinosaurs for a living. To her Indian heritage (she's half-Blackfoot), Ansel adds artistic skills and scientific knowledge plus professional standing as president of the Pangaea Society, "a non-profit, community-based organization devoted to the study of fossils." A traumatic childhood incident has left Ansel sensitive to slights over her Indian blood but proud of her heritage. On a fossil-hunting field trip with a group of students, Ansel finds the grave of a recently murdered colleague and former lover, Nick Capos. Unwilling to reveal her past involvement and distrustful of the police, Ansel decides on her own to try to solve Capos's murder. The author grounds the story in plenty of science (nothing too complicated) and Native American culture and lore. As Ansel learns more about the victim, she also begins uncovering disquieting facts about other members of the Pangaea Society. Her unwelcome investigations lead to warnings, threats and ultimately physical abuse. Gentry's appealing heroine, who gets ample opportunity to display her resourcefulness and fortitude, and the intriguing milieu in which she operates, should ensure both a warm reception and a speedy encore.
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Book Description ReadHowYouWant, 2012. Paperback. Book Condition: New. book. Bookseller Inventory # M1458747921
Book Description Readhowyouwant, 2009. Paperback. Book Condition: Brand New. large print edition. 472 pages. 10.00x7.75x1.07 inches. In Stock. Bookseller Inventory # zk1458747921