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regular(s) ∼ regular army, professionally trained soldiers, not recent volunteers or those recently drafted to fight
semjen ∼ Gyongxin for “animals”
sep(s) ∼ Banpuri for “louse (lice)”
Shaihun ∼ Chammuran god of desert, winds, sandstorms, serious mischief and destruction
shakkan ∼ miniature tree formed like an elongated S pointing to the right of viewer
shaman ∼ someone from a tribal society who is a medium between the real world and the spirit world and who also does magic; in the tribes between eastern Sotat and Yanjing, shamans practice magic in groups, often by dancing
Storm Dragons Ocean ∼ ocean to the east of Yanjing
takamer ∼ Chammuri, rich person
tiyon ∼ common language spoken between eastern Laenpa to the Storm Dragons Ocean, and from the Sea of Grass to the southern Realms of the Sun
waigar ∼ foreigner in tiyon
Yithung ∼ kingdom to far northeast of Yanjing
yujinon ∼ rotters, lowlifes, incompetents (Chammuri)
zadan ∼ bomb
zayao ∼ explosive powder
zernamus(es) ∼ Chamurri slang: tick-like parasite
Zhanzhi ∼ Evvy’s home province
Zhanzhou ∼ language of Evvy’s home province
Thanks to my Scholastic editors Anamika Bhatnagar, who got things rolling, and Kate Egan, who saw it through, and the wonderful Scholastic gang, including the Boss, David Levithan, and Emily Seife, our concertmistress.
Thanks and sorrow to Judy Gerjuoy, who did research on historical China, including menus, for me, and couldn’t stick around to read the end result.
To the Sunday night Bollywood gang: Bruce, Kathy, Cynthia, Tim, Craig, Catherine, Julie, and Cara, because of the characters and actors and just plain relaxing fun.
To Bruce Coville, my writing partner, whose patience, good humor, and excellent advice helped keep the story on track and contributed some strong reality testing, and to Bruce and Kathy for admitting me to vacations at the lake, which soothe my brain.
To Cara Coville, Julie Holderman, Tim the Spouse-Creature Liebe, and the fans on my “Dare to Be Stupid” Live Journal, for bailing me out when I get stuck and remembering what I have forgotten. To Andy Samuel, who makes sure I can find things in my office.
And to Tim, who still puts up with me. It’s thirty-one years in August, and you haven’t come to your senses yet.
