“Where is this?” THE DESERT. It was brilliantly lit, and yet the sky was midnight-black. He stared at the horizon. “How big is it?” FOR SOME, VERY BIG. FOR LORD HONG, FOR INSTANCE, IT CONTAINS A LOT OF IMPATIENT GHOSTS. “I thought Lord Hong didn’t believe in ghosts.” HE MAY DO SO NOW. A LOT OF GHOSTS BELIEVE IN LORD HONG.
