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For my grandfather, who taught me crosswords, cryptograms, and cards … You always encouraged my inquisitiveness of mind; took me seriously from my first spoken thought. Per te, un giorno entrerò nell’elenco dei bestseller del New York Times.
Author’s Note on Potentially Disturbing Content
This book is a genderspun retelling of the Chinese classic novel Water Margin, in which antiheroic bandits rise up against a tyrannical government on behalf of the people. I’ve reimagined it as a melding of epic fantasy and wuxia, an action-packed battle against patriarchy that’s rife with indecorous women and fantastical sword fights.
In that context, this story is intentionally, gloriously violent—mostly in a cinematic style (based on the wuxia genre—think Chinese martial arts films). However, you’ll also find a few scenes of torture, the occasional extremity such as cannibalism, and one attempted sexual assault. The background society, in its regression and misogyny, also holds a number of values as normal that may disturb a modern reader.
That said, I hope this is primarily a joyous, toothy escapist adventure, one in which a group made up almost entirely of women and queer folk—who are in equal parts devastating, powerful, righteous, and terrible—stand up as self-proclaimed heroes to tear the world asunder.
—S. L. Huang 黃士芬
DRAMATIS PERSONAE
CITIZENS OF BIANLIANG
LIN CHONG. Master Arms Instructor of the Imperial Guard.
LU JUNYI. Wealthy socialite and intellectual. Friend to Lin Chong.
LING ZHEN. A scholar and experimenter of materials. Husband to Fan Rui. Nickname: “Thunder God.”
FAN RUI. A scholar and priestess of the Renxia. Wife to Ling Zhen. Nickname: “Chaos Demon.”
JIA. House companion to Lu Junyi.
THE BANDITS OF LIANGSHAN
LU DA. Formerly a monk of the Fa. Nickname: “Flower Monk.” Weapon of choice: iron staff.
CHAO GAI. Transcendentalist-trained ghost hunter, chief of the village of Dongxi. Nickname: “Heavenly King.”
WANG LUN. Founder and chieftain of the bandits. Nickname: “The Scholar.”
SUN ERNIANG. Former “black tavern” owner. A little too good a cook. Nickname: “The Witch.”
SONG JIANG. Former celebrity poet. Nickname: “Spring Rain.”
WU YONG. A very clever strategist; allied with Song Jiang. Nickname: “The Tactician.” Weapon of choice: copper chain.
LI KUI. Foul-mouthed killer; allied with Song Jiang. Nickname: “Iron Whirlwind.” Weapon of choice: double battleaxes.
AN DAOQUAN. A skilled doctor. Nickname: “Divine Physician.”
HU SANNIANG. A talented and classically trained fighter. Nickname: “Steel Viridian.” Weapons of choice: double sabers and lasso.
SECOND BROTHER RUAN, FIFTH BROTHER RUAN, and SEVENTH BROTHER RUAN. Fisherfolk who helped build Liangshan. Weapons of choice: cudgels.
ZHU GUI. An innkeeper and lookout for Liangshan. Nickname: “Crocodile.”
NOBLEWOMAN CHAI. A wealthy aristocrat. Nickname: “Cyclone.”
JIANG JING. An accountant and calculator. Nickname: “The Mathematic.”
YANG XIONG, SHI XIU, SHI QIAN. A group sworn to each other and known as the Three Fleas.
DU QIAN, SONG WAN. Lieutenants of Wang Lun.
LI JUN, LI LI, WANG DINGLIU, THE ZHANG SIBLINGS, THE MU SISTERS, THE TONG SISTERS, THE XIE TWINS. Other bandits among the members of Liangshan.
IMPERIAL GOVERNMENT OFFICIALS
GAO QIU. An Imperial Grand Marshal and friend to the Emperor.
CAI JING. The Chancellor of the Secretariat. One of three men second only to the Emperor.
MINISTER DUAN. The Minister of War. Gao Qiu’s superior; supervised by the Chancellor of the Ministry.
OTHER RESIDENTS OF THE EMPIRE
YANG ZHI. A former captain in the Imperial Guard; demoted to commander and exiled to Daleng. Nickname: “Blue Beast.”
BAI SHENG. A wine merchant. Nickname: “Sunmouse.”
HUANG WENBING. Husband to Bai Sheng.
PART I
LIN CHONG
CHAPTER 1
Every morning just after dawn, Lin Chong taught a fight class for women.
The class was always well attended, and Lin Chong welcomed any from the lowest beggar to the highest socialite. Women choosing to apply themselves so seriously to the arts of war and weaponry might have been seen as unusual, even in the highly modern Empire of Song, but Lin Chong was so well established in the prefecture, and so well respected, that men rationalized the participation of their wives and daughters. It will help her excise any womanly hysteria, they would think, or She will be able to improve her grace and refinement. Besides, they trusted Lin Chong not to be too rough, or to act inappropriately. She was, after all, a master arms instructor for the Imperial Guard, and besides which was also a woman herself.
If the men had ever come to watch their wives and daughters at work, they may have revised their concerns about the roughness.
Today, after a meditation and warmup, Lin Chong had divided her attendees into pairs to practice a new combination of techniques. A block and throw—very useful, especially for a weaker opponent against a stronger attacker. Lin Chong paced between the pairs, watching, adjusting, correcting. Occasionally she even added a short word of praise, which inevitably made its recipient glow.
In the front of the group, Lu Junyi swept her opponent to the ground and gave Lin Chong a devilish grin. Tall, slender, and with a face an artist would invent, Lu Junyi had the same self-possession here, shining with sweat, as she would overseeing one of her intellectual salons. She kept Lin Chong’s eye and made a motion across the courtyard, as if to ask about the woman she had brought with her today.
Lin Chong only nodded her back to work. They might be old friends, training under Zhou Tong together back when they were both barely nineteen, but that was no excuse for inattention during class.
Lu Junyi gave a good-natured sigh and reached out a hand to help her opponent up.
Lin Chong did need to see how the new participant was faring, however. She’d heard some grunting and swearing from that corner that did not presage well. She turned and circled in that direction.
When Lu Junyi had introduced Lu Da before the class began, Lin Chong had not exactly been surprised—despite her social status, Lu Junyi somehow managed to meet a wide diversity of people. And Lu Da was an eclectic patchwork of the human condition all by herself. The sides of her head were shaved in the tradition of a monk of the Fa, but the ink characters of a criminal tattoo marched down her cheek, and her mannerisms were as far from a monk as could be imagined. When Lu Junyi had introduced her, Lu Da had spit on the flagstone ground and then nearly shouted her salute, smacking her hands together so hard the respectful gesture might as well have been crushing a melon. She was likely strong enough to crush melons, too—she towered over the other students, and her girth was easily twice Lin Chong and Lu Junyi put together. But she’d seemed an eager enough student, bounding over to leave her heavy two-handed sword and even heavier metal staff at the side of the practice yard at Lin Chong’s direction.
When Lin Chong stepped back over to her, however, it was to find that Lu Da and her opponent had somehow devolved into a wrestling match.
Lu Da had her partner in a bear hug and was squeezing her so hard her feet had come off the ground. But the other woman had been training with Lin Chong for many months, and she managed to twist and break the hold. She dropped back to her feet and spun lightning fast.
“Why, you donkey!” Lu Da bellowed, and swung a massive fist, which her partner dodged.
Lu Da let out a roar that seemed to call earth and wind to her command. She thrust out a palm, striking the empty space between them, and from a full pace away blasted her opponent back. The woman flew into the air only to land on her back and roll until she hit one of the neighboring buildings.
“Stop,” Lin Chong said.
She didn’t speak loudly, but she never had to. The entire class halted and turned to attention from where they were. Several of them had already been distracted into watching Lu Da, their faces dazed and fascinated.
“Attention,” Lin Chong said.
The class drew their feet together and stood straight, hands behind their backs. Lu Da looked around and then clumsily imitated them.
“You are uninjured?” Lin Chong asked the woman who had hit the ground.
She scrambled back to
Lin Chong turned to address Lu Da. “You have a god’s tooth.”
Lu Da had the grace to flush red across her broad face. “I do, Master Instructor.”
“Show me.”
Lu Da pawed at her loose collar. Beneath her tunic, a magnificent garden of tattooed ink peered out, far more wild and fantastical than the impersonal criminal brand on her face. She grabbed at a long leather cord around her neck and drew it forth to reveal a shining shard of stone or porcelain.
The piece hung from the leather, smooth with age and deceptively inert, and drawing every eye in the class.
Lin Chong raised her voice to the class again. “Who here considers themselves a philosopher?”
About a third of the class lifted a hand.
Lin Chong shook her head slightly. “I don’t mean you tell your children to follow the tenets of Benevolence, or you make sacrifices to the gods for favors of luck or wealth. Who here dedicates themselves to the practice of one or more religions?”
Most of the hands went down.
Lin Chong nodded to a young woman in the front, a newer student she didn’t know well yet. “Yes. Which do you practice?”
“I follow both Benevolence and the Fa, Master Instructor.”
Perfect. “And what do your religions teach you about the gods?”
She looked confused. “They don’t, Master Instructor.”
“Quite correct.” Lin Chong raised her voice, making sure the whole courtyard could hear. “The gods are irrelevant to the teachings of the Benevolent Order. The Fa teaches that gods differ from us only in an advancement of immortality and its power, and that all were once human—we could become the same by studying enough to attain enlightenment, and in fact, the early stages of enlightenment are what the Fa believe grant the abilities we know as ‘scholar’s skills.’ The Followers of the Fa aspire to move past mere scholar’s skills and attain that godhood, but otherwise do not look to the gods for help.”
She’d been pacing the front of the yard as she talked, and slowly came back around to face Lu Da.
“Student Lu. You are a monk of the Fa.”
“I was,” Lu Da corrected genially. “They kicked me out.”
Lin Chong could feel her eyebrows rise. “You were expelled from the monastery? Why?”
“I missed curfew,” Lu Da answered.
“I see.”
“A hundred and seventy-three times.”
“That would—” started Lin Chong delicately.
“Because I was drunk!”
Lin Chong waited a moment to make sure nothing more was forthcoming. Then she said, “You still know the teachings, however.”
“Sure, whichever stuck in my head. They do leak out my ear-holes.”
“Then tell us, Student Lu. What is a god’s tooth?”
Lu Da flushed a bit redder. “It’s like you said. You know. They told me not to use it, because, well, it’s the power the gods left behind, in artifacts and the like. Sort of cracks in the world, right? Wherever the gods went long ago, and the demons too, god’s teeth are what let that bust through a bit. But the monks said it doesn’t help me reach enlightenment, so I should put it away and never touch it. ‘God’s teeth never make a god,’ as the saying is.” She shrugged her massive shoulders sheepishly. “But they also always wanted me to be a better fighter, and my tooth makes me a better fighter!”
“The martial arts were to be your path to enlightenment?”
Again the sheepish shrug. “I’m good at them. Master Instructor.”
“Ah, but it is not raw power at your art that brings enlightenment, according to the Fa. You attain that only through the journey.”
“Right,” Lu Da said, sounding uncertain.
“Let me put it another way,” Lin Chong said. “After deep study, monastery training is known to grant scholar’s skills in your art, yes? If you studied hard enough, and long enough, you would learn to bend a fight to your will in ways even someone such as I—who has made a study of decades, of all five forms and across all the eighteen weapons—even someone such as I could never hope to best you. Do you think your god’s tooth does the same?”
“Well, yeah. That’s what god’s teeth are, right? Sort of a shortcut.”
It was what most people thought.
Monastery training was a route of great dedication and sacrifice that not many pursued, despite any potential reward. Many dreamed of leaping a building, of living for two hundred years, of having dream encounters with queenly demons—or any other number of storied scholar’s skills some monks and priests were said to develop depending on their study. If they stayed the path. If they excelled to the rights of legend. But the necessary years of strictness, of internal and external training, of mental and physical discipline …
A god’s tooth bestowed that power without strings. Without sacrifice.
Supposedly.
Lin Chong had already caught half her class casting glances of grudging envy at Lu Da. The Empire and the aristocracy had done everything they could for generations to push a social attitude of scoffing at god’s teeth, labeling them trinkets and fragments of a bygone age, ones outclassed by modern technology. But Lin Chong strongly suspected those most vocal in their dismissal were the ones who secretly coveted what they did not possess.
Certainly everyone here in her class was shaded in jealousy.
God’s teeth were power. They made things easy.
They were also rare enough that she might never see one in her class again. Lin Chong decided a demonstration was in order.
She faced the class.
“I am not religious.” She might remind herself of the tenets of Benevolence in daily life, as did most people, but she was no philosopher. More importantly, she was no monk. “I am not religious, and as I have said, I would never claim to be able to best the scholar’s skills of a monastery-trained monk. Student Lu. That is your staff, correct?”
She gestured to the heavy metal bar Lu Da had set aside before class. Easily taller than Lu Da, it looked to weigh at least sixty jin.
“Yes, Master Instructor!” Lu Da said proudly.
“It is your weapon of choice?”
“It is!”
“Then take it up, and face me with your god’s tooth.”
Lu Da stared in confusion. The rest of the class shuffled in their places, a few murmurs going up even among the well-disciplined students.
“But I’ll kill you,” Lu Da blurted.
“I admire your confidence,” Lin Chong said dryly.
“I wouldn’t try to kill you, I just mean I could hurt you bad…” Lu Da glanced around at the rest of the students, clearly trying to check whether she was speaking as honorably as she thought she was. After all, it wasn’t right to smash in the head of your teacher, was it?
“Take up your staff,” Lin Chong instructed. “Unless you are too afraid to face me.”
“I’m not afraid!” Lu Da shot back. She tucked her god’s tooth back under her tunic with her forest of inked flowers, then shuffled over to pick up the staff. She lifted it as if it weighed no more than a toothpick and whirled it above her head, in one hand and then the other.
“Clear an area,” Lin Chong said, and the other students hurried to gather up their reed mats and line the sides of the courtyard, whispering in anticipation.
Lin Chong took a moment to unwrap her heavy coat and lay it carefully to the side, along with the sword she’d untied and set apart before class. The robes underneath she tucked up in her belt, out of the way. Then she stepped to the middle of the courtyard, hands clasped behind her back, the hemp of her shoes quiet and sure against the flagstones.
“But Master Instructor! You won’t use any weapon?” Lu Da cried.
“I have weapons in my hands and feet,” Lin Chong answered. “I have weapons in my years, and in my training.”
Lu Da ambled in to face her, doubts scrawled transparently across her face. “This doesn’t seem all right. I don’t want to injure you.”
“You presume a lot, Student Lu,” Lin Chong answered. “I instruct you to wield the full power of your god’s tooth, and I shall wield my training, and we shall see if the monks of the Fa lied to you or not.”
