“There was no apology in her posture, no fear or regret in her soft eyes. The sword flashed in a silvery arc, and her head tumbled onto the straw mat. The ivory comb slid out, freeing her hair, and her… — Kenneth Edward Lim Copy Share Image
“We’re the battling bastards of Bataan. No mama, no papa, no Uncle Sam. No aunts, no uncles, no cousins, no nieces. No pills, no… — Kenneth Edward Lim Copy Share Image
“There was no apology in her posture, no fear or regret in her soft eyes. The sword flashed in a silvery arc, and her… — Kenneth Edward Lim Copy Share Image
