Chapbook of fantasy poetry available from The Arcanist!
In a corner of my world is a place that is dry and stunning, with spires of rock that raise ochre fingers into the sky. If you look up, you might catch the silhouette of a dragon against the blue. This place is called The March.
Time in my world is measured in generations, each generation (of rule) also called a March.
This collection is a conversation in poetry across generations of the family who steward this beautiful land. A family where sometimes, children are born who speak the dragon tongue.
Welcome to my world. I’ve been spending time here for decades now. You might enjoy other stories and poems from the lands of the Sundered Houses.
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