>Orphaned and sold as a pet before escaping to Shao Mountain, the monks of the Temple in the Woods gave refuge to the Sphynx. Feigning sleep in the day as he watched the monks practice, he copied their moves at night in the dark empty hallways when the fires burned low.
>After years of training in secret, one moonless night a tiger slipped into the temple undetected by the monks.
>His nose alone sensed the invisible foe, and the Sphynx dropped from the shadows like a wrinkled grey corpse into a tomb - yellow silk pants rippling in the dark, claws and fangs glinting like the bones of his long dead enemies, Feiyue sneakers flashing in firelight. Two shapes shifted like water under Anji Brid...