synopsis

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synopsis for

The Road Princess & Eternity

a short novel by Clyde Collins alias Rawclyde!

(for submission to publishers)

Ruthie Root Beer, the best go‑go dancer in America, hitchhikes across the blazing deserts of 1973 with nothing but a pirate chest of outfits and a belly the sun has claimed as its own. Sleep‑deprived and wandering the Sonoran highways, she dreams of an older brother who died before she was born — a ghost who appears only on a long dirt road she has never walked in waking life.

A fortune teller named Madam Time picks her up and reads Ruthie’s future from the smooth hill and dale of her exposed stomach. The prophecy is simple and terrifying: Ruthie is going to heaven. Hours later, a violent encounter with two long‑hairs in a van ends with a shotgun blast that throws her into the dust — a symbolic death that sends her stumbling onto the very dirt road from her childhood visions.

Stumbling along, suffering a full-fledged nervous breakdown, Ruthie is greeted by El Vaquero spurring by on a mule of mist, and then a dusty outlaw who calls himself Eternity shows up. He is a bank robber on the run, a liar, a man trying to disappear — but to Ruthie, in her visionary state, he seems like a spirit sent to guide her. They travel together to Camp Verde, where Ruthie, in a shabby motel room, literally goes to heaven. When she describes the experience to Eternity in the town’s only restaurant, she levitates before his eyes.

Moments later, Ruthie calls home and learns her father is dying in Kansas. Eternity tries to slip away, but Ruthie tracks him down and pries out his real name: Slim Chance. From that moment on, Slim becomes her unwilling companion — her servant, her shadow, her “slave of love” — bound not by force, but by the miracle he witnessed.

Together they set out toward Kansas, hitching rides through the red‑rock country of Arizona. In the epilogue, Ruthie stands once more on the roadside — the Road Princess of America — her belly glowing like a choir of miracles as she and Slim Chance climb into the back of a pickup full of hitchhikers. As the truck careens down old Route 66, Slim falls asleep with his lips pressed to the warm valley above her jeans, and Ruthie gazes at a blood‑red sky where El Vaquero rides hard.

The Road Princess & Eternity is a mystical American odyssey — part road novel, part spiritual vision, part outlaw romance — told with humor, danger, tenderness, and a mythic pulse that never lets go.

AI Copilot

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the query letter

edited by spitball fury

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Dear Editor ~
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I’m seeking publication for a short novel I wrote, entitled The Road Princess & Eternity. It’s a little piece of magic realism set in the Arizona outback of 1973. Though it stands alone, it is the central volume in a loose trilogy of short novels that wander the sometimes grueling, sometimes dangerous, mythic roads of the American Southwest.
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The story bumps into gear as a young woman, a go-go dancer, Ruthie Root Beer, hitch-hikes through the desert. She manages a ride with an old fortune-teller. The old lady tells her that she, Ruthie, is going to heaven. Great, but later in the midst of violent adventure, Ms. Root Beer realizes she has to die to get there. When an outlaw finds this beautiful young woman staggering along a dirt road in rough terrain, sleep deprived, seeing things that are not there, he slyly tells her that his name is Eternity. Literally, she figures she is already dead. Then, in a motel room with this rascal, guess where the road princess goes. Heaven! And she is more alive than ever. And the outlaw is in more trouble than he has ever been.
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What bumps along is a pulp tale of gnostic mischief and rural magic — a period piece populated with road‑pirate hippies, Indians, a relentless county sheriff, and a vaquero in the sky. It’s a story some readers may resist, and from which others may glean gnosis, and that all will enjoy reading unto the final word.
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I studied fiction writing etc. for six years at San Diego State University and served four years as a photo‑journalist in the U.S. Army. In 1973 I paid a printer to print my first short novel, Road’s Cannon. Then I sold paperback copies of it for two dollars each ~ earning myself the nickname “2‑Dollar Clyde” amongst some friends. Later I did a small run, about 50, of The Road Princess & Eternity. A first draft of the third piece Gun 2013 is buried on an internet blog.
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Thank you for your time and consideration. I will be honored if you take a look at The Road Princess & Eternity, buffed and polished and, I believe, in need of no re-write. I believe it will find a home with a press that appreciates pulp, hot and dusty, with a twist of mystic flair.
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Sincerely
Clyde Collins
Yuma Arizona
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the road princess & eternity

a short novel by clyde collins

alias rawclyde !

They Call The Wind Mariah

The Road Princess & Eternity

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a short novel by Clyde Collins

alias Rawclyde!

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chapter one

     Ruthie Root Beer, coyly standing on the highway side, stuck her thumb out for a ride.

     It was the year of ’73.

     She stood outfitted in snug blue jeans that hung far too low on her hips and a turquoise T-shirt that ended two or three inches above her navel.  Her tummy, thus, was generously naked.  It was a tummy baked and seasoned by lots of exposure ~ tawny brown and smooth like a pinon nut.  Also, it had the kind of curvy plumpness before which men dreamed of genuflecting.  And kissing.  She always traveled with her belly exposed to the weather, if the weather was right.  On the edge of the Sonoran Desert, some miles outside of Phoenix, Arizona, the weather was blazingly right.

     Of course, it was summertime.

     Ruthie Root Beer, surrounded by cacti, rocks, and rattlesnakes under a high noon sun, stuck her thumb out by her hip.

     As she languorously stuck it into the hot desert wind, she thought, as she often did, about her last ride.  A fortune teller had picked her up ~ a little wrinkled raisin peering over the big steering wheel of a ’52 Dodge…

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