Second paragraph of third chapter:
Mya’s muscles burned with the effort of dragging the injured man. Beside her, Mr. Richard did nothing to help. The altitude had set him gasping for breath from the moment Mya’s meditation had brought them to the forest. In the outer world it was rainy season, but everything was different here. Sometimes when Mya came to the immortal forest she found lush mangroves, sometimes bamboo jungle. Today it was cold and the air was thin. Trees spiked the blue sky, ending in the snowfields of the Himalayas. There were fir needles under her slippered feet.
A good read, about a young American MMA fighter who goes to Thailand and gets mixed up with a plot to steal people's souls. Both physical fighting and combat with ghosts described in detail. Well paced and engaging.
The writing of this book was one of the threads in the Requires Hate affair a few years back, but it was good to read it on its own merits.
This was the sf book that had lingered longest unread on my shelves. Next on that pile is Shanghai Sparrow by Gaie Sebold.