"Then the circle passes unto its own taking on new challenges, until its energy moves me upward into the heaven space.bliss."

With passion and an extraordinary talent for narrative fiction, Kinneth Hollaway takes us deep into the lives of Jonathan and Emmanuelle. This luminous story begins with simplicity and candor, as Jonathan takes us through the past year of his life; a journey in which he describes his change from mediocre existence to a brilliant man in flux, his fear disseminating as he takes on a new persona.

Emmanuelle is the artist 'M" a hip vivacious woman, who has arisen...

"Then the circle passes unto its own taking on new challenges, until its energy moves me upward into the heaven space.bliss."

With passion and an extraordinary talent for narrative fiction, Kinneth Hollaway takes us deep into the lives of Jonathan and Emmanuelle. This luminous story begins with simplicity and candor, as Jonathan takes us through the past year of his life; a journey in which he describes his change from mediocre existence to a brilliant man in flux, his fear disseminating as he takes on a new persona.

Emmanuelle is the artist 'M" a hip vivacious woman, who has arisen...

It came down on us like a brick wall. It hit my partner first and just took him. He flew backwards screaming-I couldn't help him, cause the flames were too hot. I just remember grabbing the radio and running. I turned around, and that wall of flames was right behind me. My mind stopped working, at that point. I knew that corridor like the back of my hand, so I followed suit twisting and turning so fast that the only thing I could hear were my breaths. They were so desperate, that I couldn't keep up with them. I heard someone shouting through the radio: "WE'VE GOTA CONTAINMENT TEAM ON THE "...

It came down on us like a brick wall. It hit my partner first and just took him. He flew backwards screaming-I couldn't help him, cause the flames were too hot. I just remember grabbing the radio and running. I turned around, and that wall of flames was right behind me. My mind stopped working, at that point. I knew that corridor like the back of my hand, so I followed suit twisting and turning so fast that the only thing I could hear were my breaths. They were so desperate, that I couldn't keep up with them. I heard someone shouting through the radio: "WE'VE GOTA CONTAINMENT TEAM ON THE "...