Nerd In the North 6-19B

II-2: A Knight’s Help – o – o – o – o – o – o – o – Greg had been walking for what felt like an eternity, though in reality, it had only been about five days. Five long, grueling days of trekking through the wilderness with only Ash for company. All this…

Nerd In the North VII Greg stood at the treeline, arm cocked back, ready to launch the stick for what felt like the millionth time. The forest loomed behind him, a wall of dark pines dusted with fresh snow, their branches creaking softly in the cold breeze. He glanced down at Ash, the bear cub…

The legs stood for a second longer, as confused as a bloody waistline could look, before slumping down to join the raping bandit’s top half. The woman screamed, a raw tearing sound that scraped the inside of Greg’s skull. More blood splattered her all over as she scrambled backward on hands and knees, feet digging…

Heat kept slipping out of the sand like breath from a fevered horse: slow, ragged, smelling of copper dust and boiled leather. Daenerys padded through it barefoot, toes breaking the fragile crust so each new step wrote a tiny hiss and a bloom of warmth up her calves. The riders behind muttered about mirages, about…

The road down from the Eyrie was treacherous even under the best of conditions—narrow, steep, littered with loose stones waiting for a misstep. A careless rider could send themselves tumbling to their death with the smallest error in judgment. Tyrion hardly noticed. His pony trotted along at its steady, unhurried pace, hooves clopping dully against…

Blood soaked into the collar of Greg’s fine blue tunic as the soldier seized his arm like it was a lifeline and he’d already let go once. The guy couldn’t have been more than sixteen, maybe seventeen if you counted the sheer volume of fear trying to punch through the grime on his face. Even…