She came to scatter ashes. She stayed to break a ten-thousand-year curse.
Kolab Khem is twenty-nine years old, clinically good at her job, and quietly disappearing inside her own life - until her grandmother's death sends her to Cambodia with a voice memo she doesn't fully understand and a task she doesn't yet know she's been preparing for her whole life.
She doesn't make it out of Siem Reap the same person she arrived as.
What she finds on the other side of the banyan tree is: a fifteenth-century Khmer court full of people who do not have her best interests at heart, a husband named Bonarith who is nothing like she expected and everything she wasn't prepared for, and a curse older than the kingdom itself that someone is going to have to deal with. That someone, apparently, is her.
A Thousand Years of Wrong Hands is a slow-burn transmigration romance about arriving somewhere and realizing it is exactly where you were supposed to be.
Featuring: water and fire magic, an orange cat who runs a better intelligence network than most humans, a spirit who eats grilled corn and dispenses wisdom on a need-to-know basis, and a man who is quietly extraordinary in ways the court has spent seventeen years trying to make him forget.