Philadelphia, 1950's: a boy, a baseball, a cockroach. Unlikely place. Unlikely characters. Unlikely love story. I grew up with tales of Old World magic. Fairy tales, ghost stories, legends of great Slavic heroes like Kralyevich Marko and his marvelous horse, Sharats. Living in the USA, I wondered where the magic went and if maybe just a little of it might have crossed the ocean from the Motherland. A Princess of Passyunk is my answer… Okay, so my hero doesn't ride a magical horse-but he has a magic baseball. And he's not a prince … exactly-but he does fall in love with a Princess … sort of. And he doesn't slay magical beasts-but he does battle an angry Sausage King and a scheming Crone in order to complete a magical quest … in a manner of speaking. Well, I guess you'll just have to read it. Then I hope you'll believe that there's New World magic, too. — Maya Kaathryn Bohnhoff
