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Welcome to the lost book thread; if you have a book that you can only vaguely remember, here is the place to spill your guts on such books (metaphorically speaking; I am uncertain on the mods' position on hara-kiri threads :o). Here's mine: I read it when I was young, in about 1993-4. It reads a little like Laurence Yep and the Chinese Monkey King stories. Monkey himself plays a side role in the story. About midway into the story, a painter (one of the main characters) ex-plores a calligraphy/painting set and tastes the ink stick, praising it as coming from the trees on the banks of the ---- river. With the painting set, the painter creates scenes so realistic they come to life, and he befriends a tiger he painted. A story is told of a cave where several soldiers en-tered, but never returned. Eventually, one char-acter is set up for execution by either a lord or the Emperor, but is rescued, I think with the painter's and tiger's aid. The Emperor is de-scribed as having a "personal equator," and with his feet at the south pole and his head at the north pole. As the male and female protagonist prepare to leave by ship, a litter appears chasing them. The man asks, "how many servants are carrying it?" and the woman replies that there are 12-16. He says, "it's the Emperor." Somehow the Emperor is destroyed and the couple escape, and Monkey, who cannot use a magic wand (a significant factor in the story, by the way), causes wooden roses to drop onto the deck. There were no illustrations.
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