The Dawn of Yangchen (The Yangchen Novels, #1)

by F.C. Yee

The girl who cut up fruit in a stupid way but at least gave you the symmetrical pieces was your sister.

Earned. That was the thing about these merchants. They feigned enterprise and risk-taking when all they were doing was drinking from a river no one else was allowed to approach.

The world needed the strength of people like Yangchen, who gave without counting.

“I bet you thought you held all the tiles,” he said. “Funny thing about that. Once you play your tiles, you no longer hold them.”