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

by Nghi Vo

It felt downright unnatural to be out in the world without Almost Brilliant’s sharp words and good advice.

“and who speaks Vihnese anymore, anyway?” “Well, the Vihnese do . . .”

It came to Ho Thi Thao that perhaps she wanted to learn how else the scholar was beautiful, and even in what ways the scholar might be ugly, which could also be fascinating and beloved.

I don’t like Ho Thi Thao in the cage. I don’t like that she was waiting for Scholar Dieu to free her because she couldn’t do it herself.

She killed, for she was angry, and she did not eat what she killed, for she was heartsick.