The God and the Gumiho (FATE’S THREAD #2) by Sophie Kim EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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New Sinsi, South Korea, 1992
On The Mortal Realm Of Iseung, A Long Cherry Blossom Is Carried On A soft breath of wind. Its petals ripple as it rides the gust, twirling and
tumbling and twisting through the narrow street of New Sinsi. It brings with it
a sweet, saccharine aroma of nectar and ambrosia, so at odds with the smell
of the city—the sour tang of gasoline, the greasy sizzle of frying meats, and
the perpetual undercurrent of cigarette smoke that never quite seems to fade.
The city is small, but it’s not quaint. As the cherry blossom flutters
through the city, weaving through iron lampposts and sagging newsstands, it
narrowly dodges haggard-looking pedestrians who carry battered briefcases
and lukewarm cups of coffee in their ink-stained hands. Their worn shoes
trudge toward the towers of smudged glass and reinforced concrete, their
minds already preparing for a day of rustling through mounds of paperwork.
The cherry blossom floats through a honking intersection, past the woman
selling roasted sweet potatoes, past the uniformed schoolchildren hopping
over cracks fissuring through the dull sidewalks. It is so very far from its
home in the city’s park. The blossom sighs softly, weary and homesick.
It is losing momentum now, teetering precariously on the supporting
wind, dipping down to the pavement below. The cherry blossom has emerged
in New Sinsi’s shopping district, hovering just outside of a boxy black
building harboring a sign reading , , in
the blocky script of Hangul. In smaller lettering at the bottom are the words
.
The owner shouldn’t have worried. The shop is, after all, invisible to the
common men of Iseung.
With a final weary flutter, the cherry blossom begins to tumble to the
sidewalk just outside the shop. Its adventure has ended; now, it is time to rest.
Its delicate pink petals wither and curl inward as it floats down, down,
down…
…and lands not on the sidewalk as it had so aimed, but on the shoulder of
a black-haired man with cruel green eyes who stands before the shop with his
mouth set into a hard, thin line.
Impatiently, the man flicks the flower away from his sharp black suit with
a slender finger. He has had enough of those infernal flowers. To his
displeasure, they bloomed early this year. It is not even April yet. It is the
second of March.
It is clearly the work of Jacheongbi. The man mutters a curse under his
breath. The goddess of agriculture has allowed the flowers to bloom early
simply to spite him. She knows how much he despises the damn things. They
make him sneeze uncontrollably, like some sniveling mortal. “Does she not
fear me?” the man asks under his breath, adjusting his grip on the glossy
black cane he holds in one hand. He tilts his green gaze up to the heavens and
sneers. “Insufferable,” he hisses.
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