A cleaver and a silver tael given her by her father were all that weighed down the sack hanging from her shoulders as Qiezi forded the river at its narrowest crossing. Now […]
The Tao of Poison. Ch. 1: The Poison Maiden
Swinging down her sack, Qiezi dumped out her bloodstained rags and began washing them. She worked with practiced speed, but the current would move many li downstream before all were restored to […]
ISHAM COOK 