When the Tiger Came Down the Mountain (The Singing Hills Cycle, #2)

by Nghi Vo

They came to a fenced paddock, a rudimentary wood structure that looked as if it did not have the strength to hold back much more than a small flock of disinterested rocks.

What was the point of being a Singing Hills cleric if they didn’t get to ride a mammoth when the opportunity arose?

Everyone settled back into an expectant listening air except for Bao-so, who was unconscious,

beauties from all over the world plotted, schemed, and gave rise to a thousand stories of death and ambition.