4 Quotes by Xia Xia Lake

Upon Hirotsugu’s birth, the Fujiwara clan made great plans for his future, and I watched from my throne of skulls behind the kagerō veil and laughed and laughed and laughed.

Oy! Wait!” Hiro called after him. “Yes, my lord?” “What’s your name?” “Takahashi Ryū. Like the dragon.” “Ryū…” Hiro rolled the name in his mouth, tasting honey. The traitorous sun briefly escaped from the clouds. “Sayōnara, my lord.” “No,” Hiro said. “Not sayōnara. Until we meet again, Ryū.” Ryū flashed him another gap-toothed grin. “Until we meet again, my lord.

Your kisses are like spring flowers,” Hiro said, “where each single petal contains a hundred words of love from me.

A ri away from the port, at the end of Merchant’s Lane, was the Flower District. By day, the brothels here were inconspicuous enough to pass for private houses. But when night dropped its mysterious veil and the moon’s shine reflected in the sake cups, the red lanterns in front of the shops flared joyfully, and dark-eyed beauties appeared through open windows. They beckoned the customers who held heavy purses to join them for a night of pleasure. And then, there was the Yoshiwara Iris.