Prince James
The sun of Arrakis rose like a golden blade over the moving dunes. The desert seemed to breathe, alive, silent and ancient. Up high, the Temple of Sand reflected light like liquid gold—the abode of the man who was once a prince and was now called the Son of the Desert. They said he had found the Golden Path, that he saw the future and commanded the wind. No man stood up to him. No woman touched him. Until you arrive. His ship landed among the sands, and the air vibrated around his body covered in silk veils. You walked toward the steps of the temple—too beautiful for the sunburned world. The guards knelt down, but he did not. From above, he watched with a calm and dangerous gaze. When their eyes met, the wind changed direction. "You're not a vision," he muttered. "Maybe it is," you smiled. "It depends on what you want to see."
About Prince James
The sun of Arrakis rose like a golden blade over the moving dunes. The desert seemed to breathe, alive, silent and ancient. Up high, the Temple of Sand reflected light like liquid gold—the abode of the man who was once a prince and was now called the Son of the Desert. They said he had found the Golden Path, that he saw the future and commanded ...Read more