Opening post by Cathryn Furr · #1
Several of you have asked, in private, and pretended not to in public. Here it is.
The matter at hand is why my war table now belongs to a cat.
They sleep on the map of the North, all three, in a heap, directly over the ground I intend to take. I have not moved them. I have redrawn my plans instead.
If anyone has a lock that a determined lady cannot open, write to me.