B.L. Sauder books

Year of the Golden Dragon

She had told herself that she would see the Wongs by 9:30, then 9:40, then 9:50. Now, it was past eleven o’clock and there was still no sign of them. She’d bitten her fingernails so short, two of them had started bleeding.In between chanting healing words for her arm and fingers and pacing from o...