About the book
But then the tree shuddered violently, pale leaves rustling as a seed fell to the ground, glittering as a fallen star. Once, twice, thrice, those strange knocks sounded again, sending the tree into agonized spasms. All mortals—peasant, warrior, or king—are born knowing a single, inexorable truth. Then an onyx ring, a bottle carved of jasper, and finally—the scrolls, slender pieces of golden bamboo rolled together.