Mon Papyrus

Brussels, June 1999. Gabriel’s bedroom is barely large enough for a bed and a desk. Fortunately, the Internet needs neither. When the modem screeches to life, *Mon Papyrus* opens onto a world where the quiet teenager nobody quite understands gets to build worlds of his own. Behind the gaudy graphics and dial-up hiss, something more important is taking shape. For the first time, Gabriel begins to understand that stories can do more than shelter the person writing them. They can reach beyond him, lodge inside someone else, and exert a force every bit as real as mass times acceleration.