The wok is older than she is - cast iron, black with forty years of oil, heavy enough that most people need both hands to lift it. Vasha carried it off a storm-battered island and across an ocean to open a twelve-seat restaurant in a city that never asked her to come. Tonight there are twelve men standing in her doorway, and the wok is the only thing between them and the people eating behind her. VASHA & THE IRON WOK follows a gentle giant who never wanted to fight anyone through the season she finds out what her strength is actually for.
Told entirely in her own voice, to the quiet master she meets in the stillness before dawn, across twenty illustrated chapters.
The wok is older than she is - cast iron, black with forty years of oil, heavy enough that most people need both hands to lift it. Vasha carried it off a storm-battered island and across an ocean to open a twelve-seat restaurant in a city that never asked her to come. Tonight there are twelve men standing in her doorway, and the wok is the only thing between them and the people eating behind her. VASHA & THE IRON WOK follows a gentle giant who never wanted to fight anyone through the season she finds out what her strength is actually for.
Told entirely in her own voice, to the quiet master she meets in the stillness before dawn, across twenty illustrated chapters.