This book is the first installment in the Milou Chronicles series.
At the summit of Milou, the Cangming fire consumed the Three Realms. Lord Mingyun forged a pact with his demonic eye and slew the demon lord Feitian, planting the seeds of five hundred years of karmic cycles.
Among the mountains of Yunlu, Zhishang, a young woman of the Xuluo Clan, released cranes beneath the moon and fell into Jiugao Marsh, where she swore an oath of brotherhood with Zeqing, a young man of the Longjia Clan. Little did they know that fate had already bound them together, entangling them in an unbreakable knot.
At the Matchmaker's Temple on the Qixi Festival, the fortune slips read like prophecies. Zhishang held one that read, "Only longing knows no end." Jinyun's silent, blank slip, Lord Zhaolin's suffocating obsession: what kind of raging heavenly fire will these unleash?
One thought leads to Buddhahood; one thought leads to the demonic path.
Love is a blade tempered in poison; passion is a flower that eats away at the heart.
Crowned in the name of love, one would not regret it even in death.
With magnificent prose, The Milou Chronicles weaves an epic of gods and demons, exploring the boundless loves and hatreds contained within a mustard seed. Here, the mortal world has the sweet, smoky fragrance of the Qiqiao Festival, while beneath the cloud-scripted wheel of fate lie bloody prophecies. There is a young girl's childish fondness for osmanthus cakes, and the resolve of a god who cuts his robe with a single stroke of his sword. If you ask what love is, it is the frozen soul of ice amid snow returning to ash, and the final glimmer of light that refuses to let go as dead vines gnaw at jade.
Theme: Eastern fantasy
