Christina Wang Christina Wang

The Fox and the Red Bride

The path to the tea plantation was a long one, and the entire time, Hong’s head was thrumming with ways to escape. She could not get far with her bound feet and heavy gown, especially with the thick snow blanketing the forest floor beyond the path. And even if she were able to flee into the thicket, it was known that monsters and wild beasts lurked in the shadows, including fox demons who ate human livers as a fine delicacy.

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Murder at the Boutique Across the Street

I have always found the owner of the little fashion boutique to be, well, very and extremely unapproachable. Not in a bad way. I meant that in every possible positive connotation and with the greatest admiration. She seemed to belong to another world— one I could never enter nor could ever quite understand. 

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