When I first wrote Princelings of the East, I opened the book with a fairly lyrical description of the Castle in the middle of the marsh and a young princeling gazing out across the reeds, watching the wind blowing them
When I first wrote Princelings of the East, I opened the book with a fairly lyrical description of the Castle in the middle of the marsh and a young princeling gazing out across the reeds, watching the wind blowing them