Nerd In the North 6-27B

III-16: The Siege of Shadows – o – o – o – o – o – o – o – “Fuck!” The side of Greg’s face twitched as another man fell, an arrow lodged deep in his throat. All around him, the battlefield was pure chaos – mud and blood and shit and screaming. The…

III-1: A Dark Return – o – o – o – o – o – o – o – The first time Greg woke, he wasn’t sure if he was alive. Everything around him was smudged and soft, like the world had been painted with watercolors and then left in the rain. His vision blurred,…

There’s no place like home.Greg wasn’t sure who said that. Actually, wait, he did. He’d watched Wizard of Oz so many times with his mom growing up and she had read him all the Oz books, too. Even the really, really weird ones, like why were those ducks talking? He frowned to himself, face actually…

Riverrun wept freely, the old castle stone damp and slick with nights of heavy rains and days of thicker fog. Eyes long dry and with no more tears to give, Rickard Karstark sat with his back pressed hard against the rock, dungeon walls bleeding wet down his spine. Long legs stretched out into the darkness…

II-0: Berrin of Wintermoss – o – o – o – o – o – o – o – The night wind howled through the Lonely Hills, cold as a witch’s teat and just as merciless. Berrin shivered, his thin arms wrapped tight ’round his knees as he huddled close to the pitiful fire. The…