The Phoenix – Character Bio

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The Phoenix –  Birth

 

When she walks into the room, all heads turn.  Her glimmering ruby hair sprinkled with iridescent golden streaks, and starlight white and purple highlights, her crystal ocean blue eyes accented by a hint of matching glitter, by long and thick black eyelashes, her ivory translucent skin, highlighted by the slightest tint of cinnamon cheeks and luscious velvety burgundy lips make her a stand out.

 

Her clothes are just as eclectic.  No outfit is ever the same and each one is more colorful than the one before.  There is always a metallic, shimmering to what she wears.  The sleeves of her robes are long and wide, like an eagle’s wings echoing their colorful expanse.  She does not frequent any renowned designer.  Where her clothes come from is just as mysterious as she is.

 

She is never seen anywhere before her services are needed and won’t be seen again unless they are completed.  She cannot be summoned.  Her exploits are known only to those whom she has helped, and they are then sworn to secrecy.  If you see her, it is because someone is in need. Every once in a while, though, for her personal curiosity, she may appear at an event she considers intriguing.

 

You cannot reach her.  She comes to you.  How does she do this?  Only she knows.

 

Her mind and psychic abilities outshine anyone else and are another mystery.  She does not belong to groups of psychics, soothsayers, or any other such ilk of personages.  Her ocean-blue eyes see everything and everyone and aid her in how she chooses her next client.  One does not merely seek her out-she will seek you out when your situation warrants it.

 

So how does she do it?  She meditates and looks at her magic crystals, her Tarot cards (though she does this just for fun and doesn’t put much stock in them-they merely provide a possible path) and any other spiritual tools she has accumulated through her numerous years and voyages throughout Earth (and perhaps other planets?).  She sees many interesting or fetching revelations, but only the most helpful capture her attention.  Once her mission is considered an intricate part of someone’s destiny, she will contact that individual.  She will just appear wherever that client might be. Whether she decides then to select that client depends on many factors and there is never the same set of circumstances to catch to her attention. The rules vary from case to case.

 

She is often thought to be other worldly.  Her powers are rumored to be supernatural and that is the reason she is called, “The Phoenix.”  The Phoenix, being born and born again of dangerous events, will always resurface.

 

Comments Please

I am looking for substantial and constructive comments on my recent posts of the first two chapters of my published book, As Long As You Believe.  I am interested in knowing if people are desirous of reading more of this book.  I realize there are only two chapters, but this is a time consuming project, posting it chapter by chapter, and I am curious if anyone is reading them or is interested in reading more.

I have started a new book, The Phoenix, and also wanted to post just the opening description of the main character for comments.

Please let me know what you think.  Thanks.  Patricia

I Can Never Say Love

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I can never say love.

I see your wondrous blue eyes open wide,

wider than the breath of my devoted heart,

and you move away from my side.

 

I can never say “love,”

though my blood rushes when you near,

and the time together is never enough,

and the word is filled with fear.

 

I can never say “love.”

Nevertheless, we’re no longer the same,

becoming more and more one,

and caring does dull the pain.

 

I can never say “love,”

yet we meet it when our fingers touch,

when we raise each class of ruby wine.

To admit the truth would be too much.

 

I want to say “love,”

to release a burning cosmic energy,

to take you into me,

to unite in lovers’ ecstasy.

 

I want to say “love,”

and here you grateful to confess,

what we’ve tried so hard to hide,

no longer guilty of wanting more than less.

 

I can never say “love,”

I have only myself to blame.

Maybe we can say it,

but it’s not because we don’t,

it’s just because we do.

Looking for Comments – New Character

 

The Phoenix –  Birth

 

When she walks into the room, all heads turn.  Her glimmering ruby hair sprinkled with iridescent golden streaks, and starlight white and purple highlights, her crystal ocean blue eyes accented by a hint of matching glitter, by long and thick black eyelashes, her ivory translucent skin, highlighted by the slightest of cinnamon cheeks and luscious velvety burgundy lips make her a stand out.

 

Her clothes are just as eclectic.  No outfit is ever the same and each one is more colorful than the one before.  There is always a metallic, shimmering to what she wears.  The sleeves of her robes are long and wide, like an eagle’s wings echoing their colorful expanse.  She does not frequent any renowned designer.  Where her clothes come from is just as mysterious as she is.

 

She is never seen anywhere before her services are needed and won’t be seen again unless they are completed.  She cannot be summoned.  Her exploits are known only to those whom she has helped, and they are then sworn to secrecy.  If you see her, it is because someone is in need. Every once in a while, though, for her personal curiosity, she may appear at an event she considers intriguing.

 

You cannot reach her.  She comes to you.  How does she do this?  Only she knows.

 

Her mind and psychic abilities outshine anyone else and are a another mystery.  She does not belong to groups of psychics, soothsayers, or any other such ilk of personages.  Her ocean-blue eyes see everything and everyone and aid her in how she chooses her next client.  One does not merely seek her out-she will seek you out when your situation warrants it.

 

So how does she do it?  She meditates and looks at her magic crystals, her Tarot cards (though she does this just for fun and doesn’t put much stock in them-they merely provide a possible path) and any other spiritual tools she has accumulated through her numerous years and voyages throughout Earth (and perhaps other planets?).  She sees many interesting or fetching revelations, but only the most helpful capture her attention.  Once her mission is considered an intricate part of someone’s destiny, she will contact that individual.  She will just appear wherever her client might be. Whether she decides then to select her client depends on many factors and there is never the same set of circumstances to catch to her attention. The rules vary from case to case.

 

She is often thought to be other worldly.  Her powers are rumored to be supernatural and that is the reason she is called, “The Phoenix.”  The Phoenix, being born and born again of dangerous events, will always resurface.

 

Chapter 2 – The Inheritance

 

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Winchester was transported to Mestoya, a colony inhabited by several tribes of primitive creatures from another civilization. His mission was to turn them into devoted worshippers and followers of Grantook, his evil ways and, therefore, the weight of his proposed successor, Winchester. A condition of this ultimate test was that Winchester was to be on his own; there would be no more help from the Great Grantook.

 

It wasn’t long before word of Winchester’s success soon reached the dying wizard who was finally beginning to feel he could die without worrying about the future of The Order. As a reward for a job well done, Winchester asked that he be allowed to bring back two of Mestoya’s inhabitants. They would serve as his own helpers, assisting in any way Winchester saw fit. Naturally, Grantook granted the request and so the Mestoyan twins Barog and Tarow accompanied Winchester back to Karah.

 

After Winchester’s return, he and Grantook spoke at great length about the future. It was during one such conversation that the great wizard suddenly turned a dastardly shade of green and started sweating profusely.

 

“Almighty Grantook, what is it?” Winchester’s voice trembled with fear.

 

“It’s time,” Grantook sputtered. “Oh no, I can’t leave yet, I haven’t told you about the ring!”

 

Grantook held up his swollen purple hand, the call of death forcing each and every vein to throb and pulse erratically.

 

“The ring? What ring?” Winchester asked, the usual look of perplexity on his drawn face.

 

In a weakened rush, Grantook struggled to remove it from his swollen middle finger. As he did so, the golden band engraved with secret symbols representing some of The Order’s most secret spells glinted and sparkled. The huge reddish purple stone cushion in the golden collar chiseled with The Order’s secret signs winked at its benefactor. Giving the ring one final jerk, the knuckle cracked and off it came.

 

“Quick, put it on no! Not on that finger,” he yelled, while thinking something much more sinister, and watched Winchester try to slip it on his pinky. “It must go on the middle finger, as it has been worn since time began.  Quick give me your hand. No, not that one, the one with the ring on it now.”

 

Grantook shook his head and sighed deeply. In approaching his death, he realized his choice may have been too hasty.

 

“I do hope I have done the right thing,” he thought, fading quickly.

 

Holding Winchester’s hands, he mumbled several words and then clapped his hand sharply against that of his protégé.

 

“The spell of passage is complete. Now you have the powers you will need to survive against the goodness of this universe.”

 

The ring began to glow and a greenish tint painted the drab walls of the similarly nauseatingly-colored cavern.

 

“Hey,” Winchester whined, “the ring is burning my finger!”

 

“Good. That means it has accepted you. Now, all you have to do is live up to what is expected of you.”

 

Drops of thick and bubbly orange gray saliva slid from Grantook’s mouth, down his chin and onto his robes. Seconds later, his body disintegrated into a dark powdery dust, the particles pulling together, swirling round and round, finally forming a small cloud that darted out the window like a whizzing bullet. Sitting on the ground, all in a heap, was his brocaded robe, All that remained of Grantook, was, of course, the ring on Winchester’s hand.

 

Winchester stood there for a moment and then picked up the pointed wizard’s hat and put it on. He contemplated his new powers.

 

“No sense wasting time,” he grinned, adjusting the rim and rummaging through Grantook’s papers.

 

After throwing papers everywhere, Winchester stopped when he spied a brand-new Federation Map buried beneath one of the big piles of all the others.

 

“Why, this looks interesting,” he smiled slyly.

 

It was a detailed topographical map of Amoris, a newly discovered planet now under consideration for its ability to sustain habitation. Notes on the map said it had been discovered by an exploration team on its way back to the Federation after completing an interstellar survey. They had been slightly off course when they discovered the huge purple sphere sitting out in the middle of nowhere.

 

Pink mist and cotton candy clouds, lavender seas and magenta mountains; all appeared compatible for life as they knew it. With the great shortage of such planets these days, it definitely warranted further investigation. The notes continued, saying that upon the team’s return and report, a colonization unit had been sent out to study its potential to support life. It was this discovery of that map which led to Winchester’s first visit to the purple planet.

 

With great enthusiasm, Winchester activated the viewer in Grantook’s cavern, in order to have a better idea of the planet’s terrain and scanning for the whereabouts of the recent settlement. There was no actual date of the colonists’ arrival on the notes and he had no idea of when the team had arrived or even if any member had remained behind or even survived. After studying the silvery screen for a few minutes, he spotted random signs of life. Several dwellings were set several miles inland from a range of magnificent purple mountains, close to a forest of big blue trees. In the other direction, although barely audible through the viewer, Winchester could hear the soft lapping of lilac painted waves rushing to shore.

 

“Excellent, I love it already,” he laughed, his lips pulled back in a tight smile. “Now,” he turned and looked at his assistants Barog and Tarow, “let’s go get a better look… At our new home.”

 

This is installment 2 of As Long As You Believe, published in 1997. ISBN: 0-9657084-0-3 and on file with the Library of Congress.  Special signed collector’ editions are available from the author.

Maturity

maturity

 

Weary arms reach upward

toward an overcast sky.

My mind wanders,

back to seasons

of glorious colors gone by.

Brittle and broken,

my branches now snap,

under a passerby’s foot.

I look down, around,

at the tender upstarts

eager to show me up

and touch the brightest star,

cocky in the straightness

of their green spines,

while mine points downward

to a spot where soon I might become

the smoldering ashes of a

camper’s fire.

Red, gold, orange leaves

blanket the ground

below me,

ready to catch me

when I

f

a

l

l.

Renovation

 

I watched him from my car window.

I’m waiting for the light to turn green.

He stands there, motionless,

armed with a paintbrush

dripping noiselessly

on the yellowing grass.

Pointing toward Heaven,

the brush releases

a pale gray river.

It trickles downward

cautiously charting

unexplored territory

this side of Elbow Hill.

A Camel has attached itself

to his sagging lower lip.

Searing smoke rises leftward

entering that tunnel to his mind.

He blinks

and a dried up river bed

collects the withered tear.

The light is about to change.

I’ll be free to go.

Inhaling deeply,

he puts down the brush.

Green.

I leave him chipping away

mechanically

at all the years of

peeling paint.paint