The Book of Phoenix

I love books . I adore everything about them. I love the feel of the pages on my fingertips. They are light enough to carry, yet so heavy with worlds and ideas . I love the sound of the pages flicking against my fingers. Print against fingerprints. Books make people quiet, yet they are so loud

To know someone's pain is to share in it. And to share in it is to relieve some of it.

I love books. I adore everything about them. I love the feel of the pages on my fingertips. They are light enough to carry, yet so heavy with worlds and ideas. I love the sound of the pages flicking against my fingers. Print against fingerprints.

But I hoped he couldn’t read my mind. No one needed to know that. Not even him. He chuckled, again. “That is to be decided by your actions, Phoenix. Not by your thoughts.

This man was one of those who enjoyed being out there for weeks on end, close to the sun, sand, and desert creatures. The time away from his wife made their time together sweeter. Sunuteel and his wife agreed on this. They were old. They had wisdom. “Go

Are they a secret part of the American government or a powerful private corporation? Is there a difference? To me, it doesn’t matter. It’s the same ends.

They called me Okore. It meant “eagle” in Twi, though I felt my wings were more like an albatross’. But there is no word for albatross in “Twi,” so Okore was fine.

I speak my life into existence with each expressed breath I take. I tell you a story within which are more stories. Universes within universes. We are all spinning like small suns. I am like my own sun. I