Books Written By James Michener Novels & Stories

The author of the book he was looking at must have been a busy man throughout his career and the entries he had apparently written were joined together in no chronologically order, one by one, they all told stories of different civilization that had been buried during mankind's quest for power. As Ifenna stared at the book again, feeling confused and tired, another disheartening thought occurred to him. It was one of the pages of the book that had been written with the title of a man who shared the surname with a woman he met about two years ago. The title of the page he was looking at was written in bold capital letters. JAMES BLACKWHEEL

"She's already filled the space she's got and she's storing them in here." Swigging at the beer, I prise off a lid, looking at a couple of titles. Turn Right at Machu Picchu, Mark Adams... Lands of Lost Borders: A Journey on the Silk Road, Kate Harris... The Innocents Abroad, Mark Twain... A whole stack of Bill Bryson titles... Bit of a theme going on there. Wonder if she wants to travel? Get back to the point... "Michael, I mean no offence, but I have to say this. I know they are your family, but you need to keep those dried-up harpies you call aunts either under control or away from Charlotte.

When he noticed James, he asked smilingly, “How did it go?” “Perfect.” James walked over and sat down beside Lemuel. Lemuel was incredibly curious about the Illus, the legendary treasure. He said anxiously, “Quickly check if there’s anything about Illus.” James summoned a few ancient books that contained various Supernatural Powers. However, in his past life, James was only interested in the Genesis Path, and he completely neglected all these other books. After casually sensing the content of the pile of books, James noticed one that stood out. The book was thick, and its cover had already turned yellow. A few ancient words were engraved on the cover, reading—Dark Secrets.

"James, I want to say Thank You. This wouldn't have happened without your intervention. I know that. And I.... I have no words for how much it means to me." He shrugs but smiles. "This way, we all win. We all have what we want…" "Thank you anyway." ***** JAMES "I'm going for a walk down the beach," announces Charlotte. "Enjoy yourself," replies Michael. "You going far?" "Not sure. Just where the urge takes me," Michael and I sit lounging, drinking beer. I'm reading a thriller-mystery novel which is entirely failing to hold my attention. I worked it out on page thirty Whodunnit, and the idea of reading another two hundred pages to have the author confirm it is less than enticing.

"My sister has her golden head bent over a spell book. I try to convince her to leave with me, as I must visit the market, but she refuses. She wants to stay, and has too much to do. She works too hard, wants to please too many people. And he, the brother closest to my age, has black hair, like mine, and he’s hunting in the forest, racing alongside the wolves." The bookworm and the warrior, huh? "You are the boss, I bet," she whispered with a smile. "And the youngest is the sweetheart." "She is a sweetheart, yes." James' eyes widened, a trace of pain returning. "Micah. Yes, that’s his name. I wonder where he is, where they all are, and what they’re doing." "You’ll remember, just like you rem