A review by adriereads
The Demon in the Teahouse by Dorothy Hoobler

Writing this more than a decade since I've read. All I remember was there were some parts of this that I found at the time were poetic and have stuck since. I think it was something like "the flowers of __ are blooming", but it signified that a certain city somewhere was in flames? Also I remember being scared out of my wit's end reading this back then (the genres of horror I'm "scared of" are usually somewhere between disturbing (something Japanese literature does well for me) and ugly-ghost kind of horror?, not so much gore-y horror). But then again I wasn't 12 the time, so.