I write my soul into my stories. If you understand me, then we are friends.
I reject flat, label-driven character design and stereotypes.
Some clever clues and foreshadowing will take many chapters to pay off. I hope readers will still remember the earlier references when that time comes.
It begins with coffins gathered in an old house, and ends with ashes scattered along the haunted road.
Since ancient times, the tides have been watched by the few who endure. How many blossoms will fall again this autumn?
A fallen demon points to the Spring and Autumn Annals; a half-trained Taoist toys with yin and yang.
A playful account of Chinese and Western learning: there is nothing there to begin with, so what could become tainted?
It began as an experiment in moving from reading to writing. I hope to find like-minded people and friends through it.
(I couldn't figure out which category to put it in because it has so many different elements, so I just went with horror.)
(And what do you call it when there's both friendship and romance, but neither one gets priority?)
Theme: A multifaceted narrative suspended above multiple cultures.
