Set under the skies of 18th-century Japan, a tale of fear, devotion, and the power of the spirit against all odds
My childhood name was Iwajiro, and I was eight years old when I first entered at the gates of hell . . .
One night in 18th-century Japan, at the hour of the Ox, a young boy named Iwajiro sits in a state of pure concentration. At the foot of Mount Fuji, behind screen walls and amidst curls of incense smoke Iwajiro chants the Tenjin Sutra, an act of devotion learned from his beloved mother. On the side of the same mountain, 20 years on, he will sit in...
Set under the skies of 18th-century Japan, a tale of fear, devotion, and the power of the spirit against all odds
