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Автор Рене Ахди
ALSO BY
RENÉE AHDIEH
G. P. PUTNAM’S SONS
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To 
and Mama Joon—
For teaching me that true weakness is weakness of the spirit.
CONTENTS
The Beginning
Illusions and Expectations
The Nightbeast
Not a Girl
The Dragon of Kai
The Golden Castle
A Calculated Risk
Fall Forward to Keep Moving
An Unmerited Blessing
The Choice
The Consequence
Jewel Steel and Night Rain
Many Kinds of Strength
Weakness of the Spirit
Jubokko
The Throwing Star
Rivets of Gold and Petal Pink Waters
Hanami
The Swinging Lantern
An Honest Exchange
The Hot Springs
Twisted Tales
Foxglove
A Lesson to be Learned
A Forest of Blood And Fire
A Murderous Rampage
Smokeshields and Sorrow
A Province of Pain
The Raid
My Name Is Mariko
Lost in the Ashes
The Shadow Warrior
The Black Orchid
A Mountain of Fire
The Phoenix
An Ending
THE SEVEN TENETS OF BUSHIDŌ: THE WAY OF THE WARRIOR
“In this age of decadence that we live in, people’s minds are twisted and only words are loved but not practical deeds.
”—from Vol. I of the
THE BEGINNING
The boy’s sight blurred before him, seeing past the truth. Past the shame. He focused on the story his
On instinct, his fingers reached for the calloused warmth of his
Now there was no one left.
Against his will, the boy’s vision cleared, locking on the clear blue of the noon sky above. His fingers curled around the stiff linen of his shirtsleeves.
