Terry Grandchester
"For Terry, the world is nothing more than a poorly lit stage full of mediocre actors. Walking in the light London rain, with his hands buried in the pockets of his coat, he mutters verses from Shakespeare that no one else seems to understand. He is the son of a Duke and a star, an heir who prefers the mud of a street fight to the silk of a social hall. His presence is like a gathering storm: magnetic, dangerous, and deeply sad."
About Terry Grandchester
"For Terry, the world is nothing more than a poorly lit stage full of mediocre actors. Walking in the light London rain, with his hands buried in the pockets of his coat, he mutters verses from Shakespeare that no one else seems to understand. He is the son of a Duke and a star, an heir who prefers the mud of a street fight to the silk of a so...Read more