Three possibilities for the same lost girl.
The Wraith. Had been in Eliot's fucking house.
Masks, and the people who wear them.
Talking at someone is only fun for so long. That's all being a sect leader is: talking and talking to people bound by courtesy to listen to you. It's so fucking dull. A relief, then, to face one’s equal, and no less an old friend who is inclined to interrupt you whenever you ramble. He likes it. It’s one of Jiang Cheng’s best qualities.
In the years after Guanyin Temple, Nie Huaisang attends to unfinished business.
Jin Guangyao thinks that, in another life, he would have been an excellent merchant. He is not so foolish as to commit certain things to written record, but in his mind, there exists a ledger. Considerations behind every action, what he has risked, and what he has gained. People who are beholden to him, people who fear him, people who want what only he can provide. People who want him.
Jerry’s house has many rooms.
Withnail is a rare kind of creature and Marwood is still young enough to think this is a good thing.
It's not a complicated thing, in the end.
Of all the prisons in which she's spent time, Lotus Pier may be the kindest.