In a single moment, her life was no longer her own…
On the streets of Peking, Sparrow survives by picking pockets and stealing food from street vendors, until the day she touches an item that sends her hurtling through time, awakening a power in her she cannot control or understand.
Sparrow is forced to use her “trick” to tell fortunes, an endeavor that is exhausting at best, and deadly at worst. Every day becomes a nightmare that Sparrow is afraid she will never escape.
But then she catches the attention of the Empress herself. A woman of immeasurable cruelty and power—the woman with the ability to change Sparrow’s destiny forever…
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Sparrow rushed through the massive crowd, dodging men, donkey carts, and vendors hawking everything from steamed buns to carved dragon toys to images of the empress painted on silk. It seemed as though everyone in Peking had turned out to see the empress return to the city after spending more than a year in exile. Everyone gasped and ducked as the train whistle blew, announcing the empress’s return. Sparrow had never seen the train running before. During the rebellion, the rebels had destroyed the train tracks. But now, the foreigner invaders had made sure they were repaired so that the empress would not have to ride in a cart all the way back to the city from Chang’an, far to the west.
While everyone crowded toward the train platform to try and get a look at the empress—a futile attempt since it was forbidden for common people to look upon a member of the royal family—Sparrow, at a small and wiry eight years old, slipped quickly and easily through the throng of bodies, climbed the jagged wall of a house, and jumped from rooftop to rooftop to get a view of the train. Several other children who made their livings on the streets were already there, and they pointed eagerly at the scene below.
The large black beast puffed thick, choking smoke like an angry dragon that wafted over to the roof where Sparrow stood. It was January, and frightfully cold. From the top of the building, the wind was biting, and snowflakes drifted down, sticking to the children’s hair and noses. Some of the kids left, not believing the chance at seeing the empress was worth freezing for another moment.
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