A hand emerged from the darkness and placed a steaming mug—Greg's favorite mug—on the table."Drink.""What is this?" Greg demanded, starting to rise from his chair. "You can't—"He'd barely moved ... [+]
Translated by Kate Deimling
Translated by Kate Deimling
I met Mia for the first time at my tennis club. A small Chinese woman with dark brown eyes and short-cropped black hair, she greeted me with a heavy Chinese accent."Are you Ken?" she asked.To my ... [+]