Books? Sure I read a few. And you?
Books? Why I have read a few. Some rather hard to find. I also have read things that would not have read.
Why? I love books. I am a reader. I read and when I find a book; I sit and read.
Let the world burn with the mark of the beast. God is in control after all and?
Well, I am not in control. I can not even predict when I will get fed these days.
What have I read that you have not?
Shakespear’s Don Quixote, Rawling’s Bard book, Disney’s book, pages from a short Hemingway notebook found in a suitcase; my imagination has so many books in it that you will laugh.
Why? Well, hell is real. I have been there too. Not a place to visit. I would suggest some cafe's outside of those places a bookstore or a library or another bookstore.
Oh? You did not know hell has cafes. libraries, and bookstores too? Well, they do. Their names are changed from here. Like JC Penny to JC Penney. Why?
Mirror worlds, my friend. Mirror realities. If you travel the realms, you have to find a good map. And where else to find something then a library.
What about Google? Or internet?
My darling, or the boyz.. Paper holds truth where fake fact checkers change their ideology per the dollar.
Don’t believe me? Check the links.
So where was I?
Which is the most wonderful book yet? Shh. I am seeking it. I have been looking at it a long time.
Will I find it? Not here, but I will find it.
Why? What else am I to do? A poet, pirate, and now a bad film director with 5 films in 10 festivals. Laugh with me. Film director I. I should have been so much more. But hey you play your cards the way they are dealt? Right? Problem I was playing gold fish while the others were playing poker and ole Maids in Poker there are four.
If you don’t know that game I suggest you read up on Dragon Poker.
Don’t believe me? Well, that is fine. I did not expect to live this long, either.
I decided a long time ago to run away. Become a pirate. Of course you don’t believe that tale either.
Reality is strange. Seeing the end of reality and no one to see it with. I wonder. Will it be a surprise to see if I make it to the next level.
Next level?
Sure sure it is what everyone wants to make it to the next level. And control people. Except me. I want to hide and read. Who wants to control people. Let them go nuts. FATE is real.
A visit to a bookstore
Author Clinton R. Siegle
Ender Talon is walking down a street when he notices a new bookstore. The sign hanging over the door “Enter the Magical Bookstore of Mirror Realities”. Thinking this would be of interest, he went in. To his surprise, an Owl perched behind the sales counter. Not thinking much about it, he went looking around. Searching for this is that book that might interest him.
He found “Mirror realities and their gateways” by Sir Richard Francis Burton. He knew the name. He just could not place it at that moment. Thinking something that a noble wrote about might be fun, he previewed the first page.
What you are about to read will change your life. Are you sure you want to continue? Well, that’s an opening hook for a book, thought Ender.
He added it to his side and continued to read through the shelves until he came upon the most odd book. It was one of a kind because opening he saw it handwritten and filled with news clippings and what looked to be references to hyperlinks to stories references by the writer Clinton R Siegle. The title page “The wondering mind through the multiverse”. It was a catchy title, so he added it to his side along with the other book.
Then he found himself in a shelving area where there were maps. Now this was exciting. The maps according to titles listed some most interesting places and seemed rather detailed from Ender’s memories of reading stories about the land of Oz and Wonderland. He found one with a collection of different themed stories that he loved as a child. The author Claw the pirate made him laugh. Wondering how on earth a person could legally use that? Then again, he supposed that they could use pen names in any manner of fashion.
With these three books, he went back to the entrance. He set the books down and looked for someone to ring him up. The owl hopped down from his perch and was about to touch the books. Ender said, “Ah?”
The owl replied, “That will be seven gold pieces, please.” Now this was earth, and talking owls were something new to Ender. His shock must have registered something on the owl’s face.
The owl said,” First time here I see?” To which Ender was a bit taken back. For this was his first time hearing an animal outside of parrot talk. Ender replied, “Um, yes, and who are you?” The owl sort of fluffed his feathers and said, “Mr. Whoo, at your service. I own the place.”
Ender was wondering what seven gold pieces were valued in dollars? He pulled out his Mastercard. Ender said, “I was wondering if you take Mastercard?” Mr. Whoo looked at the card and at Ender.
Mr. Whoo said “So, you are not a normal person are you?” Now this was something to think about for Ender. Because as far as he knew, he was as normal as could be. If some might be wrong with him, a bit abnormal or below normal for most people. Ender’s expression must have registered something with Mr. Whoo., who then went to a book, opened it up and looked through several pages.
“Well, according to time and space, light currency money exchange would normally be 2100 dollars. However, that is with inflation for the time you were living in to that time of it being written. Which does not seem fair? So, according to time travel placement of the books and you seemly un-normal way of just entering my store Willie nellie the first book original sold for 8 pounds English which is in today’s dollars 24, the second sold original for free to a person who picked up a personal diary of one of the few Mandela Effected people to survive the movement of souls to the eighth realm of reality however I paid two books worth 10 dollars and need a profit so I will sell it to you for 12 dollars, and the maps book?” Mr. Whoo looked it over. He appeared to be thinking for a moment. Then said, “I will sell it for a storybook of yours once you get back from some of these places or for 16 dollars?”
Now Ender was thinking. He was off to go to cooking school, and traveling to anywhere was not in his plans at that present moment in time. So, spending 42 dollars on what he had expected to spend 24 to 18 was a bit more than he had planned on at that moment in time. However, this being a mystery that he did not remember having special powers to speak to animals nor wanting to miss out on the stories he thought must be in the books he pulled out his cash. He paid the money and said, “Mr. Whoo, may I ask where am I? I thought I was walking the streets of Bozeman, Montana and evidently I am no longer anywhere near there?”
Mr. Whoo chuckled with a reply “Sir, you are where you think you are however, who or what or how you got to this shop is a mysterious to me as your shocked face was to me when you heard me speak.”
Ender wondered for a moment. And thought before leaving. “May I look around once more, because if this is not a dream there were books here I wanted but just felt like not touching at that moment because they looked too expensive and I am curious about what I might miss out on?”
Mr. Whoo replied, “Why certainly, sir.” And with that went back to his perch, leaving Ender to wander the shelves once more. He went back to where he had seen the book titled “The true ending of two of the daughters of the House of Romanov”.
Ender picked up five more books of various interests and went back. Mr. Whoo was excited and added everything up to 83.50 this time, and Ender asked for a card or street directions back. To which Mr. Whoo chuckled with the reply, “When you least expect it you will find me again, sir.”
And with that Ender left the bookstore and found himself close to Baucus, his favorite of all you can eat soup and bread cafe in downtown Bozeman.
Ender had just gotten into the Baucus. He worried that all you could eat bread would be out. He asked if there is any left. The cute waitress replied, “There’s plenty left.”
He opened the first book he got from the bookstore Enter the Magical Bookstore of Mirror Realities, the title “Mirror realities and their gateways” by Sir Richard Francis Burton. After reading the first chapter about how a column in a mosque in Egypt had a way for it to hear the entire world and if asked brightly, you could listen into anyone or their thoughts, Ender exclaimed out loud, “It’s not real.”
The next bread and soup arrived by this time an old man came by. Ender knew him. Malcolm Storm. His great-great-grandfather used to own all of Bozeman and their old mansion now a frat house was on an enormous block with much of it looking like a park walked by. Malcolm said, “So you have just seen the other bookstore?” Ender replied, “How did you know that?”
Malcolm laughed and sat down. He then went into a story about one of the many stories about him purchasing books from Mr. Whoo. It was quite a story.
Ender asked, “How does one get back there?” And Malcolm, with a wink says do not look, just do what you were doing when you found the bookstore for the first time. To which Ender thought for a while. He had just been wandering the streets of Bozeman, like Robert M. Pirsig had done, thinking how much time and money he was wasting on non-practical ideas being thrown out to him and when questioned? The professors always seemed to take offense to their ideas being asked to be explained. That was why he was thinking of quitting the whole thing.
He then noticed his book on maps. Claw the pirate, a piece of paper or map was hanging out. He reached for it and pulled it out, the realm of the Baucus sort of swirled away. Somehow he was sitting on a bench in a forest near water and he could hear the most beautiful voices ever. He looked around and his pack with the eight books was there and three loaves of bread and his wine glass was there, but to be anywhere in Bozeman? He had no clue where he was at?
Putting on his pack adding the loaves of bread and drinking the wine storing the glass in his pack the best he could he checked his shoes, socks, and found that he still had the service cloth napkin which he was thanking God for because he was out of Kleenex. After this preparation he left towards the singing. To make sure he could find his way back? He walked in a straight line using stones and twigs, picking up other items every few feet so he could look back and see where he came from.
What he thought was a river turned out to be a beach for a rather large lake or an inland sea, for the water was not salty. The music or singing he finally found was a party. Now, the singing was in some language Ender had never heard before and was wonderful. There were women playing in the sea, and to see the other creatures dancing around Ender thought he had gotten stuck in some Mad Hatter story. For there was either the best custom party Ender had ever been or there was a real life goat boy, a girl who modesty made Ender think maybe he was in some sort of Mardi gra for she was dancing wildly with either nothing or very little on. And the ladies in swimming? Ender wondered about the wine, for surely they had fine tails and no legs. Maybe Disney’s new theme park?
But, how? When a man walked by with a pitcher of? Well, Ender did not know but somehow the glass that he for sure had in his pack was in his hand and now full of what was white wine. Seeing others drinking it, Ender went with the flow.
After the first sip? Ender was sure he stood and watched a cloud for maybe two weeks. The clouds were there, and the party went around him. However, time itself? He was sure he was just watching and not doing anything. And then? A person showed up he recognized. At Baucus the cafe the painting of the drinking deity was there and this? Well, this was almost an replica. Or Ender had ended up in the picture, maybe? Who knows? All Ender knew was Baucus was there, and the Mermaids were somehow now transforming into some of the most beautiful women Ender had ever seen.
Ender had known some beautiful women. How? Being abnormal, he was one of the few people that would make a person feel connected if they ever were given a chance to talk with him. And? He had listened to some of the wildest women and men in the world. His world, at least. How? He wandered into places that people often were lonely. Why? He was usually looking for food. When he would sit down, they would come up and tell him their stories. From Seals, to wild women, to murders, to drug users. He had survived two reservations and other places realities that many of his friends or people around him had not lived.
So when Ender looked and realized the most beautiful women were there and the music was lovely and they were dancing, he asked to join in. Now how? First, he used his hands to indicate could or would they mind? At first there was a bit of a lag. Meaning Ender's dancing moves was like syrup considered to the women and other creatures dancing around.
Then a hush came over everyone. A lady and gentleman showed up. A whisper and this time Ender could understand the words. Whatever the wine was allowing him to hear. It was high ole German. The word rae or king and queen finally reached Ender’s ears as people were bowing to the two.
Just looking at the two Ender realized who they were. He had seen them in pictures of a book describing some Scottish pastor being kidnapped a long time ago. Ender bowed, even though he felt no need. Ender was, after all, a citizen of the United States, after all was he not?
The king looked at Ender. And spoke. Now it was not really speakin. It was a dream or thought. Wildly. Ender felt the future and saw the king of fae and Ender drinking under a mountain, watching a cloud for two weeks. And the complete story. Then?
The Mermaids started to pair off with faes and other creatures, until there was a cute one dancing alone with Ender. They danced until? Who knows, it might have been one day or months. For Ender, the whole experience was like a dream. Her smile was pushing the boundaries of scary for Ender. For watching the rest, he could see the shameful acts going around him and wondering where all this would end up.
Finally, Baucus came by with the King of fae again and a third man or Merman for his beauty was truthful like those of ladies. The Merman then said something and magically the Claw the pirate map book was in his hand. The three sort of stared and looked at Ender for a moment and then laughter, which was so wild that if Ender was not normal, he was sure madness would have occurred.
Then the conversation happened and the next thing Ender recalled that everyone and everything was under the sea. Seems like a glass fish bowl wherever the sea was at.
Ender looking down found looking down that he had fins now and was moving with the lady who had been dancing still and her smile was that of something else. Something that showed such pleasure he was a bit worried about what had happened. She came up and said only one word “Rico”.
With that word Ender found himself back on the bench where he had first entered this reality. His pack was still there checking all the books still there. The wine glass now had changed into a goblet of some metal. Wondering what to do, he checked for the cloth for a napkin because a Kleenex is one of the most important things on any adventure. Sure it was there along with something else a new map. Was it from the CLAW the pirate book? Ender was not sure. However, looking at it, he found that the bench was the entry point to what looked like a path to a sea and a city under the sea.
Erotic dragon keeps? My dear passionate lady let us play a tape a story of butt of course spanks me at the moment or handcuff me later? Let us see who has the imagination which is most naughty today or tonight... come to a dragon, keep you say... This is an imagine a story about a dragon; I heard tell tales about in Dragon Wild or run or tales... His author named him Griffin, for this tale I will talk about one of his nights with three dragon ladies and a game well we will just say started off with a bit of poker and went on to spank me at present or handcuff me subsequently. The setting was New Orleans; I believe the tale goes something like his fourth book was released. The author of the first three books being assassinated like Robert Jordan, Robert Asprin. The third author assassinated was George MacDonald being George McDonald for convincing tales that should not be informed about well fairies, dragons, and charmed beings. Being something of a mischief maker, I shall tell the tale. You see, the current President’s assassins did them in the same was they are doing in a lot of charmed folks over here across the pond. The reason anyone who perhaps stand up to him and tell the truth or change or sway the population is being dealt with. Why am I so braved? I am a pirate, my lady, and I used to play a pretty game of spank me... But enough forward and for warning if we are going to have an erotic tale let us begin. This tale happened right after a great adventure on a night which both scotch for the man, wine for the Asian dragon, beer for the local redhead, and the blonde well I do not recall what she was drinking. They all started off with some innocent chatter about poker. If you have not read Asprin books do so they hold more of that tale, then I care to recall. This night, however, losing could be considered winning for the male dragon. The Asian dragon had just lost her bra, of course, in a full house bid to have her way in this foursome party they were planning. Seem dragons like humans enjoy being a bit tips for well shall we say adventures in the bedroom. Passionately, she let the man take the bra off with his teeth. She nipped him right behind his ear. This was the beginning of the end for his chance to escape unscratched or unclamped, as some would say. The Asian dragon being the oldest took the male dragon, her smaller form modeling into a shape that was sort of like a body armor or prison suit depending on the personal perspective of sex. She was into him in such a way that both their eyes glazed over in that lizard-like way when someone would say treasure or gold or something of total interest to them alone, such that they would forget the world around them. The other two female watched in skillful ways learning what and how, etc. The physical action if described right would make erotic sexual Indian love manual positions 16 to 90 back to 30 when you consider I am talking about a human that was turning from mortal form to a dragon to a human the idea being the masculine size grew to a dragon size just before the human form of the dragon female became dragon making orgasm in porn seem mild or wondering why they could keep at it for more than 50 minutes without the virile ejaculation. Then in a position I am not sure what she turned to a dragon tail and human form and lead him into his dragon form below the waste while leaving him in the human form above the waist. The tail touching parts of his body that I could only guess being what I am of course... How is this Amanda?
I had just moved to town. Exploring the streets, I came across a bookstore.
The sign intrigued me, so I went in. The front counter was unmanned. And not a soul could be seen in the shop. were
I went to the first shelf of books. Wild. Indie books. Hundreds of them all printed. Opening a cover of a book titled: Bolivian Time Traveler. The book immediately impressed me with the adventure story. A writer trapped in parallel spacetime worlds. Traveling back through time to watch the end of the time of tribulation. The author. An expat from Montana. He wrote about how he had awoken been kidnapped from his reality. And lived day by day in parallel realities so close to him that few people would know the difference.
Setting the book aside. I turned to the next book. The Mystery of Shade and wood stamps. An introductory book to Chiaroscuro. Turning the page. They delighted me to see the dark printings of master works. The light caught the edges of the sculptures. Making them look shadowy.
Reading more into the book. It gave details of the first painter to use this technique as an Apollodorus Skiagraphos. The mystery here was the book showed old photos of his work. However, from the dates ascribed to the photos and works shown made me think this was a fictional book. Reason? Some of the color photographs were in Russia in the early 1900s. To be more specific. Czar Nicholas’ personal library collection of antiquities was in some subtitles. Reading more into the book. The author seemed to show that the library still existed and that KGB still had control of it. This made me smile. KGB had not existed for some time now. So I looked at the published date 1969.
I suppose the book could reflect what the author knew. The book ascribed a certain magic to some paintings. Reading on. The author followed up with a story. Of Skiagraphos last known painting according to the author. There were three photos of Czar Nicholas. One holding what looked like a miniature vase detailing hunting with dogs. A portrait of some man. And a temple.
Reading farther into the book. I discovered more detail about how the technique had gone out of style for a time. Then reappeared with Leonardo da Vinci. Here the author again showed photos of works from the 1900s. One with Czar Nicholas holding a lovely, shadowy woman. Subtitled Mona Lisa. The book in Russian subtitle also had an English translation. Which seemed to show that Czar Nicolas held at one time a miniature Mona Lisa painting. Then the next photo showed a larger version of Mona Lisa. Seemed to show that they took the photo in Saint Petersburg 1903.
The book went into details. How the KGB was hiding some of the more notable Skiagraphos paintings from earlier times in a cold vault. The author detailed how underground vaults and cities were being prepared. To keep humanity’s history alive. Now, I knew this was getting into fictitious reality. Why? The author detailed how Stalin had put together a plan to hide the best of the best communist. In cities underground. Then to use Russian resources to build large cities hidden so that no satellites could see them.
Seemed to show that the USSR considered prepared for an invasion from space as a likelihood. Let alone that. But the author spent a chapter detailing how these cities of the shadow. How they would or could be constructed in secret. From key cities in Russia’s underground railroad.
Someone evidently used the paintings as subtitles secrets. This was to hide how the USSR used two million slave laborers. To carve tunnels outside of the great Russian cities. Into underground bunkers designed to withstand attacks from space and nuclear war. The book went into details of the shadowy realities. Seemed weird to me.
I read the next chapter, which became even more of a shock. The author wrote a complete story of how two of Czar Nicolas’ daughters escaped. Then lived in the shadows outside of Russia. My rough memory of the chapter.
The tale of the princesses from memory, mind you. The author of the book named Jack.
The group on the train is a combination of US and British soldiers with train men from the states. Jack got to know the brake man. He learned the entire group was off to save the Czar Nicholas II of Russia and his family.
The train adventure was something out of an old medieval war story. The train, being a steam engine, would puff and stop due to the lack of coal. Several times along the way they put the whole attachment forth to cut wood, and or look for coal. Jack was useful knowing a little Russian and Yiddish from his grandfather. Jack also got to learn how to slow the train down by applying the brakes going downhill.
One time people were out searching for fuel for the train. A group of locals dressed as Mongolians attacked the train with swords and arrows. The sentry with the steam-powered machine gun made temporary work of them. The British had to bribe both the White Army of the Czar, Bolsheviks, wild revolutionaries, and the Red Army of Vladimir Lenin. To get through the Siberian train railroad. Bribing into the White Army was easier said than done. A lot of the old Czar’s military felt betrayed by the Czar by his lack of leadership. One White General even ordered a bayonet charge against the train. While it was pulling away from a station. The tale of that ride brought me back for several visits to Jack, the junkman in Terry, Montana. There was the Japanese army of a million men who were taking up positions on the road. The bribe was a jewel the size of a baby’s fist to the general in command. Different groups attacked them several times. They held the train with three machine guns and a cannon.
One of the more memorable tales was. When Jack’s train had to back up fifteen miles because of no side rails to let the train of General Kaledin by. Jack’s wild story here was more reflective in his face. Talking about how hard braking downhill was easy, but keeping a whole train at a steady pace. Sometimes on how going backward in snow was terrifying. After that he was tired however because he knew some Russian and Yiddish he was forced back to work.
The tale Jack had. Described as General Kaledin. Then invited the officers, and he was drafted as their messenger for a night party. The party was like a medieval banquet inside a train. Drinking wine, vodka, and dancing with women. His tale was of several professional night ladies. The dancing, singing, and drinking more vodka and spirits than he could remember doing so in his life. All he did was watch. According to many medieval tales, the General was not such a good guy. During the night, General Kaledin required an extra bribe. Which the Brit paid several costly jewels and another ruby the size of a handful was the description.
After that the train went to two stops to find the Czar. The first was a lost venture. Meaning the Czar had been moved, and the second was Ipatiev House in Yekaterinburg. They reached Ipatiev House in Yekaterinburg. This time an American office, a British officer/royal, and Jack, as a scout, went into Yekaterinburg. The British officer spoke flawless Russian, however, no one in public wanted to speak with him. Jack took the lead, asking for some bread. Jack was a quick child. Knowing some Yiddish allowed him to ask the right kids around the train yard to find the family. Upon getting to the house, there was not much to the tale. The officers bribed the local official. They were preparing to leave with the entire family. However, the family doctor said they could not move Alexei. The Czar would not go without his son. Finally, the four daughters could go. Getting back to the train yard, there was a run-in with the locals.
One daughter was murdered there. Jack’s description was not of an execution. More like a disagreement with the person accepting a bribe. Then that person trying to retake the four girls. Anastasia Nikolaevna got separated during a melee between the Brit and five Russians. The Brit pulled out a sword and rushed the Russians, cutting three of them down and forcing the other two to flee. Knowing that name Anastasia, I asked what happened to her? He said Anastasia was next to a building when the local official pulled out a pistol. And five men rushed the Brit and were being restrained by the Brit when the gun went off. They shot Olga dead. Jack only said that after they had shot Olga that Anastasia just was not there. One moment she was and the next no sign. There was snow, so he looked but could not find her. Anyway, after looking for a few minutes. Both officers, Tatiana Nikolaevna, Maria Nikolaevna and Jack, got back to the train. That was Jack’s saving a princess tale.
The fighting on the way back across Serbia was a wild tale. Jack, on over one occasion, was put in charge of brakes for the train. While the regular trackman went to sleep. Or was repairing parts of the train which kept moving as fast to the east as possible. There were three melees that Jack gave great detail about. First was when the Red Army in front of the train required that everyone get off the train and be searched. The diplomatic papers and bribes were not working this time. So the plan laid out by the Brit rather was to engage the Reds upon seeing them and open fire with the machine gun. This was the plan. However, the Reds brought only a few soldiers to the train. Someone easily bribed them when the wrong officer was in charge. Pulling out of the blockade. Things got crazy and the machine gun was used, cutting into several soldiers of the Red Army.
The train moved along for hundreds of miles without seeing a sign of human life. Then suddenly there was a vast amount of people escaping the Red Army. The melee here was more sad. The people, Jack, said the people were just trying to escape the cold. But their numbers and rioting were slowing the train down. They ordered the soldiers on board to clear a path, which they did with swords and bayonets.
The final big melee was between the Japanese and Red army. Which had sent several thousand troops into the area to secure the railroad? This part was interesting in that the Japanese at first deferred to the General. That had let them pass through the first time. But during their passing a new General arrived. He was more honorable or had not been bribed and was trying to retake the train. The melee was short of the machine gun, cutting down several hundred soldiers in an open field.
The book said that the British officer married Titiana. That Maria ended up as a missionary in Africa. The book tale was fun.
The reader at the bookstore was reading his book. You could see the strain in his eyes. His fingers glancing at swipe. This was a person who speed reads through the book. Just like a document or one-page note, but was reading an entire book in the same period as that one page.
The book of fiction he was reading he carefully was not bending. Observing this, I could think that he would not purchase the book. But he would have enjoyed the latest fiction and read it at a speed to complete it in a matter of an hour. That no one would care not to purchase the second-hand book at a new bookstore.
As many of you know, I used to live in the library during the daylight hours of the 1980s. I spent my time with Lewis, Tolkien, Jordan, Rice, before it became cool or interesting to the masses.
I spent sometime observing him. Why? I am an interesting person in my own way. To see someone be so careful and watch his movements as you could see him glance at a page and move on?
This was someone I had to meet. Why? Simple. Most of the interesting people I know. Well, they know where a good meal is at. And I was hungry.
I stumbled towards him, thinking what I would say. Meaning I had not read the book. I had read something by the author a long time ago. But like most time travelers discovered that words, meanings and ideologies change. Along with the colors and realities of God’s game design.
To think once upon a time, I thought I was unique. Only to discover I was one of so many. Meaning I was part of the parallel realities. That I could step into their shoes for a day to write a story and gone the next day to see something else was well weird. Thus like most weirdos. I enjoyed finding and talking with interesting people. Why? Well, because they usually some place along the way had a soul or something unique.
I bumped into him. To see me is to wonder how on earth or who on earth let me out of my room? Yes. I am locked away behind several gates. I used to do things, and now? I look like a rag muffin teddy bear with the personality of a pirate. Of course, I had escaped my room that day to get a donut and to check out a bookstore for. Well, for anything worth reading.
He turned and stared for a moment. At that moment, I recognized where I had seen him before. Now this was something unexpected. Usually I meet one soul one day. The person’s body the next is soulless. Meaning not the same stories, nor soul or personality. So meeting a soul here in a bookstore was interesting.
So we put our books away. Meaning I too had been re-reading a classic. We went to eat.
Ender Talon is walking down a street when he notices a new bookstore. The sign hanging over the door “Enter the Magical Bookstore of Mirror Realities”. Thinking this would be of interest, he went in. To his surprise, an Owl perched behind the sales counter. Not thinking much about it, he went looking around. Searching for this is that book that might interest him.
He found “Mirror realities and their gateways” by Sir Richard Francis Burton. He knew the name. He just could not place it at that moment. Thinking something that a noble wrote about might be fun, he previewed the first page.
What you are about to read will change your life. Are you sure you want to continue? Well, that an opening hook for a book, thought Ender.
He added it to his side and continued to read through the shelves until he came upon the most odd book. It was one of a kind because opening he saw it handwritten and filled with news clippings and what looked to be references to hyperlinks to stories references by the writer Clinton R Siegle. The title page “The wondering mind through the multiverse”. It was a catchy title, so he added it to his side along with the other book.
Then he found himself in a shelving area where there were maps. Now this was exciting. The maps according to titles listed some most interesting places and seemed rather detailed from Ender’s memories of reading stories about the land of Oz and Wonderland. He found one with a collection of different themed stories that he loved as a child. The author Claw the pirate made him laugh. Wondering how on earth a person could legally use that? Then again, he supposed that they could use pen names in any manner of fashion.
With these three books, he went back to the entrance. He set the books down and looked for someone to ring him up. The owl hopped down from his perch and was about to touch the books. Ender said, “Ah?”
And the owl replied, “That will be seven gold pieces, please.” Now this was earth, and talking owls were something new to Ender. His shock must have registered something on the owl’s face.
The owl said,” First time here I see?” To which Ender was a bit taken back. For this was his first time hearing an animal outside of parrot talk. Ender replied, “Um, yes, and who are you?” The owl sort of fluffed his feathers and said, “Mr. Whoo, at your service. I own the place.”
Ender was wondering what seven gold pieces were valued in dollars? He pulled out his Mastercard. Ender said, “I was wondering if you take Mastercard?” Mr. Whoo looked at the card and at Ender.
Mr. Whoo said “So, you are not a normal person are you?” Now this was something to think about for Ender. Because as far as he knew, he was as normal as could be. If some might be wrong with him, a bit abnormal or below normal for most people. Ender’s expression must have registered something with Mr. Whoo., who then went to a book, opened it up and looked through several pages.
“Well, according to time and space, light currency money exchange that would normally be 2100 dollars. However, that is with inflation for the time you were living in to that time of it being written. Which does not seem fair? So, according to time travel placement of the books and you seemly un-normal way of just entering my store Willie nellie the first book original sold for 8 pounds English which is in today’s dollars 24, the second sold original for free to a person who picked up a personal diary of one of the few Mandela Effected people to survive the movement of souls to the eighth realm of reality however I paid two books worth 10 dollars and need a profit so I will sell it to you for 12 dollars, and the maps book?” Mr. Whoo looked it over. He appeared to be thinking for a moment. Then said, “I will sell it for a storybook of yours once you get back from some of these places or for 16 dollars?”
Now Ender was thinking. He was off to go to cooking school, and traveling to anywhere was not in his plans at that present moment in time. So, spending 42 dollars on what he had expected to spend 24 to 18 was a bit more than he had planned on at that moment in time. However, this being a mystery that he did not remember having special powers to speak to animals nor wanting to miss out on the stories he thought must be in the books he pulled out his cash. He paid the money and said, “Mr. Whoo, may I ask where am I? I thought I was walking the streets of Bozeman, Montana and evidently I am no longer anywhere near there?”
Mr. Whoo chuckled with a reply “Sir, you are where you think you are however, who or what or how you got to this shop is a mysterious to me as your shocked face was to me when you heard me speak.”
Ender wondered for a moment. And thought before leaving. “May I look around once more, because if this is not a dream there were books here I wanted but just felt like not touching at that moment because they looked too expensive and I am curious about what I might miss out on?”
Mr. Whoo replied, “Why certainly, sir.” And with that went back to his perch, leaving Ender to wander the shelves once more. He went back to where he had seen the book titled “The true ending of two of the daughters of the House of Romanov”.
Ender picked up five more books of various interests and went back. Mr. Whoo was excited and added everything up to 83.50 this time, and Ender asked for a card or street directions back. To which Mr. Whoo chuckled with the reply, “When you least expect it you will find me again, sir.”
And with that Ender left the bookstore and found himself close to Baucus, his favorite of all you can eat soup and bread cafe in downtown Bozeman.