PUBLISHED By CUSTOM BOOK PUBLICATIONS He drew himself up straight; no, he would not fear the mythical beasts, or the dominance of his father's authority. He was a man and must now firmly say what he felt to be right. He reached for the for the brass tongue of the dragon forming the knocker, but the great door drew slowly back. Lieu Fong was there, smiling encouragement as he gestured him into the great chamber of the mansion. The beautifully tessellated...