the_ragtag_reader 's review for:

The Sorcerer of Pyongyang by Marcel Theroux

4.25

---

“In the darkness before the yut sticks do their work, Jun-su thought, we are nothing: neither Cat, nor fox, nor Yankee bastard, nor troll, nor pure-blooded descendant of Tangun. In the moment before you first drew breath, you were only quickening pulse, one point in an unthinkable vastness of stars. Who decided how it had to be? Who chose your destiny?”