“How did people manage before there were flashlights?" Chen asked. "With torches, wood wrapped with butter-soaked felt. They were as bright as these, and the wolves were scared to death of them. If one came at you, you could burn… — Jiang Rong Copy Share Image
“Heaven and man do not easily come together, but a wolf and the grassland merge like water and milk.” — Jiang Rong Copy Share Image
“The horses sped through the dense autumn grass, their hooves kicking up moths in various colors: pinks, oranges, whites, blues. There were also green,… — Jiang Rong Copy Share Image
“Chen pointed to the cub. "There's your brute." Then he pointed to the pups. "And there's your domestication. For the most part, Westerners are… — Jiang Rong Copy Share Image
“Those wolves were crueler even than the Japanese devils. They knew that all they had to do was rip open the bellies and let… — Jiang Rong Copy Share Image
“Protecting the grassland is hard on us. If we don't kill wolves, they'll be fewer of us. But if we kill too many of… — Jiang Rong Copy Share Image
“The grassland is a big life, but it's thinner than people's eyelids. If you rupture its grassy surface, you blind it, and dust storms… — Jiang Rong Copy Share Image
“How did people manage before there were flashlights?" Chen asked. "With torches, wood wrapped with butter-soaked felt. They were as bright as these, and… — Jiang Rong Copy Share Image
