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328 pages, Paperback
Published January 31, 2017
“In the night long ago, there were the Walkers, those who guarded memories. They walked through the night and they knew everything that had ever happened. It was how they remembered, by walking from when the sun went down and the moon rose. Memory in those times wasn’t little scratches of ink on paper: it was in their footsteps and their legs and their voices, chanting the long histories of the past, and it was in the night and the black ocean and the darkness that always returned.”
“During the day, there was work, things to buy and sell, accounts to be settled, but at night came the stories of the past, things forgotten and now remembered, tales of wanderings and horses and terrible sacrifice. “We come from the North,” A-tai said, but it was so long ago. No one talked about why we, the Hakka, had left this North or where it was located: in China? Further north? It was vague like everything else, real only in the voice of the storyteller.”
“I should know better than to start thinking that it would turn out all right, but here I was, thinking the same thoughts again. And what was I thinking? That it might be different. That you never really knew. Life was unpredictable and sometimes it surprised you with impossible hope.”
“I was so crazed I couldn’t speak, and then I had done the unthinkable. I touched her, on the cheek, on the corner of her mouth, and she closed her eyes and it all became possible.”