“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 descendants of barbarian, nomadic tribes such as the Teutons and the Anglo-Saxons. They burst out of… — 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, yellow, and multicolored grasshoppers and other autumn insects. A few purple swallows circled overhead, singing in their shrill voices; sometimes they darted right past the horses, and sometimes they shot up into the sky, enjoying the… — Jiang Rong Copy Share
“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
