The roof of the ruined hall Mary and Will sit in to talk about Frank…and her crash.
“They followed him to a colonnade on the north side of the plateau.”
“You’re reading his letters to you.”
Mary looked up at Will. She was sitting in a ruined hall, farthest in, flashlight on Frank’s last missive. They were so away from the main road there was no harm in talking. Plus they’d run off the goblins for sure.
The remains of the fire temple at the crater lake.
Baz went to work in a courtyard north of the fire shrine redoubt.
Where Baz sent up camp
They dismantled the start of the tent and reloaded, then pushed the truck into a leafed-over gulley near the tin roof protecting the southeastern gate.
They followed him to a colonnade on the north side of the plateau. He pointed to the curling road they’d used to reach the lake. They saw a convoy of trucks—four of them—along with two motorbikes and a car.
Part of the remains of the fire temple
Where Will and Mary got Prophet to work
The dormant volcano
The ruins at the crater lake
They reached the crater lake at dusk. From its sinter shore they could see another dormant volcano. Baz said that cone was dry.
The crater lake’s cinter shore.
This crater’s water, underground fed and mineral glutted, was too dense to swim. It had sucked men down.
The crater lake, called The Throne of Solomon in Iran
Another view of the crater lake
A map of the Throne of Solomon ruins
Throne of Solomon is an important archeological site in Iran, but it is only rarely visited.
They hiked to a bluff and camouflaged behind scrub. It seemed they wouldn’t have enough time and then they had too much. The waiting went long. Then the first nose of a motorbike came through.
This is a feature on my blog that I thought might be interesting for readers of The Room and the Chair. Because my novels are reported creations, they begin as travel expeditions. Early on they morphed into photography safaris. I started taking pics as a way of taking notes. But some of the photographs got into my imagination so forcefully they became scenes in the novel. I wanted to share the images that inspired passages in the novel. If you haven’t read the novel, these photo essays will be mighty confusing. For those who do read it, I hope it won’t mar the way you picture the scenes in your head.