"A delicate hand hovered before me... let's say that a hand drifted toward me in a manner suggesting particular refinement then paused and waited as its owner waited for a faint smile to pass across his lips before he said, "I am Huang."" This new book contains a previously unpublished short story (Re: Bright Goddess, At Your Rising) and a collection of twenty-nine poems...
(excerpt from Re: Bright Goddess, At Your Rising)