The Death of Farmer Yan Part I–A Chinese New Year Murder Mystery
Horse and I remained in our stables. Morning had dawned, hours before, and our master, Farmer Yan, still hadn’t opened the doors to the shed and make us get to…
Horse and I remained in our stables. Morning had dawned, hours before, and our master, Farmer Yan, still hadn’t opened the doors to the shed and make us get to…
All forests lead to this one. It doesn’t matter which country, state, or province you are in. The forest exists in a time out of time. In the middle of…
“Halt! Who goes there?” the turtle guard tried to sound as menacing as possible. “Come on, Gui,” the 27th grandson of the Dragon King, Wei Long. “You know who I…