In the two most recent Singing Hills books — The Brides of High Hill and A Mouthful of Dust — Nghi Vo takes her protagonist, the historian Cleric Chih, to much darker places than in the three previous books of this series that I have read. (Those are, in order, The Empress of Salt and Fortune, When the Tiger Came Down the Mountain, and the fourth, Mammoths at the Gate. I’ve not yet read the third, Into the Riverlands, but it’s on order so I hope to have read and written about it by the time the seventh, A Long and Speaking Silence is published in May 2026.) As a refresher, all of the novellas are set in the Anh Empire, which draws on the history, fantasy and folklore of East Asia. Singing Hills is an ancient cloister, devoted to preserving history. To that end, they dispatch their clerics throughout the known world to collect stories, not just of the famous and the powerful but also of the everyday. Their efforts are aided by neixin, memory spirits that take the form of talking hoopoe birds. Clerics from Singing Hills wear distinctive indigo robes, shave their heads and use the pronoun “they.” Vo’s novellas all follow Cleric Chih on their journeys, accompanied by their hoopoe, Almost Brilliant.
The Brides of High Hill begins with Chih awakening from a dream. They are traveling on an ox cart that belongs to the Pham family, and Almost Brilliant is not present. Vo starts the story in media res, with no details of how they came to be traveling together, or whether Chih has had a particular set by the abbey. Master and Madame Pham are taking their daughter Nhung to be married to the Lord Guo, master of Doi Cao. The bride-to-be is young and nervous. Chih is quite taken by Nhung; maybe the feeling is reciprocated?
“I like stories,” said Nhung, and she took Chih’s hand in hers, smiling shyly.
“That’s good, I have a lot,” Chih said, momentarily enchanted by Nhung’s smile. She smiled close-lipped with one side higher than the other, and it was the prettiest thing Chih had ever seen.
The ox-cart swayed, and Nhung momentarily fell against Chih’s side. Her silk robes puffed with the scent of rosewood, and underneath that, Chih, blushing, could smell her skin and her sweat… (p. 3)
Nhung has been trained in how to run a household, and she hopes she will be a good wife. Chih says they hope her new husband will be worthy. The Phams are proud, and they have guards and retainers in more ox-carts behind them, but the family’s fortunes are not what they once were, as Madame Pham is quick to point out.








