Publisher's Synopsis
I dream of us across the centuries, my love ...
I dream of Sorceress Wu splattering the walls with your blood.
I dream of Genghis Khan and his Mongols, driving us with whips across the desert.
I dream of the sickly Emperor Jiajing and our fellow tortured concubines.
I dream of you kneeling before your captors in the Opium Wars, ready for death.
I dream of you and me as Red Guards in the Cultural Revolution, our banners held high.
The times we were friends, the times we were lovers and the times we wanted to kill each other....
Now I dream of you again, Driver Wang. You don't know it yet, but soon I will make you dream of me.
