She comes closer to me. She is beautiful, in the way lightning striking across a storm-swept sky is beautiful: dangerous and distant.
My name is Zia Rashid.
Osiris, to go directly to the important part of this, was not a dying god, not life caught in the spell of death, or a dead god, as modern interpreters have said. He was the hallucinated voice of a de...
To pronounce the name of the dead is to make them live again.