The fragrance of cinnamon fills the garden, and red makeup awaits the beloved.
Wolf smoke rises at the border, and a promise goes to life and death.
The cruelest sword in the world is never a sword on the battlefield, but a silent betrayal. The silent snow at the border trapped a hundred thousand troops, and also trapped her year after year.
Good news comes frequently, but murderous intentions are hidden. For thousands of miles across the mountains, the snow falls silently, and in the end only the graves of old friends remain.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
