On the cusp of something astonishing

This is a story of Lolita Firestone and Miles Zusman, a woman who finds her place in life, and a man lost within his own fraudulent storyline.

It is the tale of Lolita Firestone’s historic rise to becoming the world’s most powerful person, though the retelling of the extraordinary chain of events that bewitched those around her could not have been told without the cooperation of her constant companion and Boswell, one Miles Zusman. Nor would it have ever come to pass if not for its geographic pinpoint in the dead-center of the State of Arizona in a small city called Sedona, a town that many years ago was named after a young woman named Sedona Schnebly, wife of T.C. Schnebly, who together built a large two-story home that also served as the area's first hotel and general store.

Lolita was a struggling Hollywood actress on the cusp of something astonishing. Miles was an aspiring politician who was preparing himself to run for a seat in the Arizona Legislature, though he dreamed of eventually becoming Governor and then U.S. Senator. He had served one term on the Harrisburg, Pennsylvania City Council and failed to win reelection. He was full of secrets.

Both Miles and Lolita wanted to lead people.

They arrived as vacationers in Sedona, Arizona within one week of each other and Lolita instantly knew she was “home” and would never leave. Miles never seemed to be certain about anything.


@copyright/Mike Consol

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