It must be brutal on the plains, then. Men must be cruel, for women to take up teeth against them. Winters must be harsh and the wind must rip through their bones. For all her life Lihua has been most comfortable, other than for lack of clear sight and the anger of her father.
Then he asks of wars.
“Many.” Her voice cuts sharp now.
She thinks of the blood of her cousin. Thinks of the sin of her father. Thinks of the holy fist raised by Shēnléi as he struck them down and took her in.
Yes. Many wars won indeed.
Then he asks of wars.
“Many.” Her voice cuts sharp now.
She thinks of the blood of her cousin. Thinks of the sin of her father. Thinks of the holy fist raised by Shēnléi as he struck them down and took her in.
Yes. Many wars won indeed.
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