Strange Tales of the Vast Ocean, Volume One

I write my soul into my stories. If you discover it, then we are friends.

Some clever clues and foreshadowing may take many chapters to pay off. I hope readers will still remember what I mentioned earlier when that time comes.

The tale begins with coffins gathered in an ancient mansion, and ends with ashes scattered across a haunted wilderness. Since ancient times, the tides have seen long periods of prosperity and few of decline; how many more flowers will fall this autumn? A fallen demon points to the rise and fall of dynasties; a half-baked Taoist toys with yin and yang. I jest about Chinese traditions and Western learning, though nothing existed to be tainted in the first place.

An experiment in moving from reading to writing. I hope it helps me find like-minded friends.

Don't worry: some passages blend classical and modern Chinese because the narrative calls for it, but the whole story won't be written in classical language. In any case, every story I start will have an ending.