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• “Devastatingly gorgeous.” ―Chloe Gong, #1 New York Times bestselling author of These Violent Delights “The perfect book for fans of the Chinese xianxia fantasy genre.” ―The Nerd Daily “A rich fantasy world of high stakes and adventure.”―BuzzFeed “A lush, magical tale.” ―Paste ★ “Lush worldbuilding and gorgeous visuals." ―Publishers Weekly, starred review "A complex and fantastic introduction to an epic new world." ―Kirkus Reviews "A well-rounded and interesting fantasy." ―Booklist “A thrilling and wonderful first start into the many possibilities of the myths and legends of ancient China.”―Asia Pacific Arts “An epic, masterfully rendered tale of reckoning and heritage that draws its readers into a world as rich as it is nuanced, and as intriguing as it is magical.” ―Ayana Gray, New York Times bestselling author of Beasts of Prey “Prepare to stay up all night!” ―Sara Raasch, New York Times bestselling author of the Snow Like Ashes series “Gorgeous, evocative, and thrilling. I absolutely loved it.” ― Katherine Webber, author of Twin Crowns “Brims with pure magic. Zhao has woven together a story of self-discovery, slow-burning romance, and heart-pounding revelations.” ―Rebecca Ross, internationally bestselling author of A River Enchanted “A captivating epic fantasy... I can’t wait for the sequel!”― Sue Lynn Tan, bestselling author of Daughter of the Moon Goddess ”A haunting tale steeped in myth and legend. This is a story that will captivate and spellbind readers until the very end.”―Francesca Flores, author of Diamond City “A magical tale set in a glittering, dangerous world featuring a dynamic heroine and an enigmatic hero.” ―Isabel Ibanez, author of Together We Burn
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• 1 Power is always borrowed, never created. -- Dao’z？, Book of the Way (Classic of Virtues), 1.1 Elantian Age, Cycle 12 The Black Port, Haak’gong The Last Kingdom had been brought to its knees, but the view was mighty fine from here. Lan tipped her bamboo hat over her head, parting her lips in pleasure as the cool evening breeze combed through strands of her silky black hair. Sweat slicked her neck from the afternoon’s work of hawking wares at the local evemarket, and her back ached with the beating she’d received from Madam Meng for stealing sugarplum candies from the kitchens at the Teahouse. But in rare moments like this, when the sun hung ripe and swollen as a mandarin over the glittering sea, there was still a shattered-glass beauty to be found in the remnants of a conquered land. The city of Haak’gong unfurled before her in a patchwork of contradictions. Red lanterns were strung from curved temple eave to gray-shingled rooftop, weaving and wending between pagodas and courtyards wreathed in the halo of night bazaars and evening fairs. On the distant hills, the Elantians had settled on higher ground, building their strange architecture of stone, glass, and metal to watch over the Hin like gods. The skyline glowed a dusky auric from their alchemical lamplight that spilled through stained-glass windows and arched marble doorways. Lan rolled her eyes and turned away. She knew the story of the gods--any gods--to be a big, steaming bowl of turd. Much as the Elantians wished to pretend otherwise, Lan knew they had come to the Last Kingdom for one thing: resources. Ships full of powdered spices and golden grains and verdant tea leaves, chests of silks and samites, jades and porcelains, left Haak’gong for the Elantian Empire, across the Sea of Heavenly Radiance, each day. And whatever was left over trickled into the black markets of Haak’gong. At this bell, the evemarket was in full bloom, merchants having filed in along the Jade Trail with jewels that gleamed like the light of the sun, spices tasting of lands Lan had never seen before, and fabrics that shimmered like the night sky itself. Haak’gong’s heartbeat was the clink of coin, its lifeblood the flow of trade, its bones the wooden stalls of marketplaces. It was a place of survival. Lan paused at the very end of the market. She took care to lower her d？u’li--her bamboo hat--over her face lest any Elantian officials prowled nearby. What she was about to do could very well earn her a spot on the gallows, along with other Hin who had broken Elantian laws. With a surreptitious glance around, she crossed the street and made for the slums. This was where the illusion of the Last Kingdom ended and the reality of a conquered land began. Here the cobblestone streets carefully constructed by the Elantians after the Conquest faded to dust; the elegantly renovated facades and shiny glass windows gave way to buildings crumbling from disrepair. The trading house sat in a derelict corner, its c...heap wooden doors chipped and faded with time, paper windows patched with grease yet sagging with the humidity of the south. A wooden bell tinkled somewhere overhead as Lan stepped inside. She shut the doors, and the hubbub of the outside world fell silent. The interior was dim, dust motes swirling in the late-afternoon sunlight that spilled onto cracked floorboards and shelves crammed with an assortment of scrolls, tomes, and trinkets. The entire shop looked like an old painting left to fade in the sun, smelling of ink and damp wood. But this was Lan’s favorite place in the world. It reminded her of a time long past, a world long gone. A life wiped from the pages of the history books. Old Wei’s Pawn Shop dealt in odds and ends of goods left over from the evemarket after the Elantians had their pick, purchased by the shopkeeper at wholesale and sold to Hin buyers at a thin margin. The shop escaped the notice of government inspectors, for secondhand goods held no interest to the colonizers as long as they weren’t made of metal. This was why the shop had also become a hub for contraband. The wares Old Wei had on display were innocuous enough: reels of wool, hemp, and cotton, jars of star anise and bay leaves, scrolls of cheap paper made from pounded dried bark. But hidden somewhere inside the shop, Lan knew, was something for her. Something that could cost her life. “Old Wei,” she called. “I got your message.” Silence for a moment, and then: “Thought I heard your silver-bells voice. Come to bring me mischief again?” The old shopkeeper announced himself in a shuffle of feet and a hacking cough. Old Wei had once been a teacher in a northeastern coastal village, before his family was killed and he’d lost everything in the Elantian Conquest twelve cycles ago. He’d fled to Haak’gong and used his literacy to pivot into the trading business. Constant hunger had whittled him to a stick, and the damp air of Haak’gong had afflicted him with a permanent cough. That was the extent of what Lan knew of his life--not even his truename, banned under Elantian law and reduced to a monotonous single syllable. Lan gave him her sweetest smile from beneath her d？u’li. “Mischief?” she repeated, matching his northern dialect, the tones harsher and rolling compared to the sweet, singsong southern tones she’d become used to. It was a rarity to speak either these days. “When have I ever brought you mischief, Old Wei?” He grunted, casting her an appraising look. “Neverbrought me fortune either. And I still let you come back each time.” She poked her tongue out. “Must be my charm.” “Hah,” he said, the word cracking through a thick layer of phlegm. “Any gods watching would know what lies beneath that charm.” “There are no gods watching.” It was a point she often liked to debate with Old Wei, who was a stout worshiper of the Hin’s pantheon of gods--in particular, his favorite, the God of Riches. Old Wei liked to tell Lan he’d devoutly prayed to the God of Riches in his childhood. Lan liked to remind him that the God of Riches must have a twisted sense of humor to have rewarded him with a rundown contraband shop. “There are,” Old Wei replied. Lan raised her eyes heavenward and mouthed the words along with him--words she had heard a hundred times: “There are old gods and new gods, kind gods and fickle gods--and most powerful of them all are the Four Demon Gods.” Lan preferred not to believe that her fortunes lay in the hands of some invisible old farts in the skies--no matter how powerful they were meant to be. “Whatever you say, Old Wei,” she replied, leaning over the counter and cupping her chin in her hands. The old shopkeeper wheezed a few times, then asked, “Evemarket again? What, is the Teahouse not feeding you enough?” They both knew the answer to that: Madam Meng ran the Teahouse like a glass menagerie, and her songgirls were her finest display. She fed them just enough to keep them dewy and ripe for the picking, but never enough so that their bellies grew full--gods forbid they become lazy or fat. “I like it here,” Lan said, and she did. Out here, hawking alongside other vendors and pocketing the coin she made into herown pockets, was where she felt some semblance of control over her life--a taste of freedom and free will, if only temporary. “Besides,” she added sweetly, “I get to drop by to see you.” He cast her a shrewd look, then tsked and wagged a finger. “Don’t try your honeyed words on me, ya’tou,” he said, and bent to the cabinets beneath his counter. Ya’tou. Girl. It was what he’d called her since he’d found her, a scrap of an orphan begging on the streets of Haak’gong. He’d taken her to the only place he’d known that would welcome a girl with no name and no reputation: Madam Meng’s Teahouse. She’d signed a contract whose terms she’d barely been able to decipher, and whose length only seemed to swell and swell the harder she worked. But at the end of the day, he’d saved her life. Gotten her a job, put
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