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226 pages, ebook
First published February 28, 2018
"Now listen to me, y—I mean, Maomao! Listen close! I am going to make you my wife!”
[…]
"For you, I will remove every obstacle that keeps us apart. One day. Just know that.” With that, Jinshi buried himself under the covers. “I won’t let what you fear come to pass. I swear it.”
“sometimes people continue to do things simply because they worked in the past. take a place that promotes good harvests with human sacrifices—the harvest happens to improve because the sacrifices were buried in bare earth. over time, however, the gods or immortals come into it and it becomes a ritual. the divine is a powerful and convenient excuse.”
“maomao couldn’t help being amused by the thought that they’d tested and trained to become medical assistants, yet all three of them were standing here as food tasters, a station normally occupied by the lowborn and the expendable.”
“you don’t like fortune-telling?” yao broke in.
“doesn’t it make you feel funny?” maomao asked. (…) “i mean, scorching tortoise shells and letting that tell you where to locate your capital city? pretty dubious method.”
“i daresay it’s surprisingly rational, in fact,” her father countered. (…) “call it fortune-telling, attribute it to the gods or an immortal—if that’s what it takes to get people to believe it. perhaps that’s where what we call politics began.”
“even if i die?” the shrine maiden asked at length.
“i hate when people think everything’s over just because they’re dead!” it was as good as refusing to face the consequences of whatever you had done. (…) abruptly, she found herself thinking about a cheerful young woman who had loved insects. a young woman who had vanished into the snow and never been found. maomao occasionally peeked into the shops, wondering if one day she might stumble upon the hair stick she’d given that girl.