Either Alfred Hitchcock or Winston Churchill asked whether authors who inserted themselves as characters were to be trusted. As an author, I am drawn to place myself among my characters and invite my readers to join me. This may strain the boundaries of verisimilitude, but it allows freedom and elasticity beneath the narrative. The connections move the story, seen or unseen. In my new novel, Falcons and Seagulls, a Utah Tale, “…a winding, intelligent thriller…” according to one reviewer, characters are propelled from Massachusetts to Utah, from Quakers to Mormons, across a canvas of conspiracy, betrayal, fire and brimstone—even murder—to a resting place of love, even virtue.