author: eve
artist: likhain (likhain.net)

( The girl fit the description of disgraced Divines in a novel I once read. )

author: eve

( The high, clear voice interrupted Huixin's daydream of a future where everyone in jianghu called her Great Heroine Zhen Huixin. )

author: eve

A/N: This story was previously posted on my site and then taken down. This is version 1.5, edited after I received comments from Grace Tjan.

( Do you think this place is safe, shixiong? )

author: eve

( Aunt Lula smells exactly like Yasmin expected she would: a mixture of compact powder and pungent cajuput oil. )

author: eve
e-mail: stormofblossoms [ at ] gmail dot com

( Do you think this can make us famous? )

author: eve
e-mail: stormofblossoms [ at ] gmail dot com

A/N: Thanks to yumiyoshi for looking this over.

( There are no ghosts in the Frozen Plums Waterfall. )

author: eve
e-mail: stormofblossoms [ at ] gmail dot com

( The man was dying, a fact he ignored in his fury. )

author: eve
e-mail: stormofblossoms [ at ] gmail dot com

( The old musician shuffled into the restaurant, one arm curled around his weather-bleached guzheng, followed by a boy of about six years old. )

author: eve
e-mail: stormofblossoms [ at ] gmail dot com

( As soon as she saw Navid on the escalator, Amelia leaned casually against the railing around the shopping mall's second floor. )

author: eve
e-mail: stormofblossoms [ at ] gmail dot com

( As far as Dong Yao could tell, he and the woman with the veiled hat started to cross the bridge at the same time. )