Princelings Revolution by Jemima Pett

Princelings Revolution by Jemima Pett

Jasmine’s birthday party ends in disaster. George seems to have lost a phial of highly dangerous liquid. And Fred, well, King Fred is battling politics, relatives and self-seeking dignitaries in his aim to give the people a better management system.

And above all this there is a promise he wants to keep. A promise to an engaging chap he made when he was a mere stripling, when he persuaded that person to stop the Great Energy Drain.

What will happen if he fails?

Princelings Revolution is the final book in the Princelings of the East saga. It’s a tale of heroes and villains, castles and inventions, of bravery and intelligence. And just about all suitable for advanced readers aged ten and up, eight with parental guidance.

Targeted Age Group:: 10 and over, advanced readers
Heat/Violence Level: Heat Level 2 – PG

What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
In some ways I started writing this book ten years ago, when I finished the fourth in the series. In fact, when I finally knew it was time to get on with it, I found several starting chapters in a file labelled 'Topsy-turvy world,' dating from 2013. Some of those chapters crept into earlier books in the series, but they were a great help when it finally became time to end the series. They showed me how much of my intentions were original ideas, and not a response to the madness in our world at the moment.

How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
I've lived with these characters for over twelve years now. Regular readers may know that the original stories were built around the fantasy lives of my pets, and those of my friends. That's why so many have names like other fictional characters.
Since those pets are now long gone, the current ones Roscoe, Neville, Bertie and Biggles have taken on new roles. As I got Neville because he reminded me of Dylan (book 8) that offered me a great storyline in this last one. But the books take me always back to those early days with my heroes, George and Fred, Victor and Hugo. We were all so innocent then!

Book Sample
*Fred's daughter, Princess Jasmine, is taking part in a treasure hunt along with her friend Princess Liska of Castle Buckmore*

Jasmine tried to ignore the tears streaming down her face, the soreness of her hands, the aches and pains in her body. She grabbed hold of the roots sticking out of the earthen wall again, fought for a purchase with her right foot, and dragged herself upward, hoping against hope that she’d manage to get further up before the roots gave way like the last ten had. The earth gave way under her left foot, leaving her dangling from her hands. One root was slipping through her already scorched palm, and she fought desperately to find another place to hook with her foot.

In a shower of earth and sticks, she fell back down, landing on her side next to Liska.

“We’ll never get out,” Liska said with that defeated tone she’d had for the last hour.

“We must keep trying to find a way. If we can’t climb out, then we must think of another way.”

“It’s nearly dark.”

Jasmine lay back and stared up at the hole they’d fallen through. Even if someone had sent out a search party, they would never be found in the darkness. “We may be here till morning, then. We must try to keep strong. I don’t suppose you have a water bottle in your bag?”

“No.” Liska sighed. “I think I would have drunk it all by now, anyway.”

“You’d have realised you needed to conserve it. You’re clever like that.”

“You’re more resourceful.”

“Let’s play a game to pass the time. I’ll think of a person we both know, and you have to guess who I’m thinking of, but only using questions I answer yes or no to.”

Liska sighed. “Do we have to?”

“Well, what else can we do? I don’t want to sit here and do nothing.”

“I want to go home!” And not home to Castle Marsh, but home to her parents, to Castle Buckmore, to all her friends there. To somewhere they didn’t have people blowing up her birthday party, or crammed in to every part of the castle. To home where she had a nice room and servants to do everything for her; where her parents had lovely rooms and sitting rooms, and there was a nursery for the children—not where all the children in the nursery were up one end of the small hall while the craftworkers were at the other. To a place with space for a proper market, not crammed into a small square with shacks around the edge to house more people.

“So do I,” admitted Jasmine, thinking how lovely it would be to be cuddled up to her father, listening to her brothers bickering every evening in the room next to hers. All the things that irritated her about them melted away. She loved Castle Marsh and the way her father had welcomed everyone in, and made sure there was somewhere decent for them to live, however cramped it made the rest of the castle’s facilities. But if she stayed here, she wasn’t going to get back to them. And how would anyone ever find them?

They wouldn’t find them, even if they knew she’d headed for the lightning tree, and there was little chance of that, except that they might work out she hadn’t gone in any other direction. The path they’d taken to the shack was hardly visible, and there was no inkling of the shack from the main track. And she couldn’t remember whether they’d run back along the path when they’d fallen in, or just run straight out from the door into the forest. In fact, even if she climbed out, she wasn’t sure she’d find her way to the marsh.

“Unless we can see the moon,” she said to herself.

“What?”

“Oh, I was just thinking of whether people might find us, and then I wondered if we would find our way back if we managed to climb out. Then I remembered the moon should be more or less full, so that might help us find our way.”

“You’re mad. We’re stuck in here, and you’re worried about finding your way home.”

“Well, if we could get out…”

“We’d be lost. And we can’t get out, so we’re going to die.” Switching from anger to fear, Liska burst into tears again. It was hopeless.

“Well, let’s have a nap, and see if we can think of anything when we wake up.”

Liska sniffed, but said nothing.

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