Nerd In the North 7-2

A silver stag hung high over the Frostfangs, the full moon pale against a dark sky thick with endless stars.  This high up as the world rushed by, wind carried knives of ice that could kill a man; chill enough to chew through wool and boiled leather both.  Even so, it stopped at skin and…

Ash clung to her skin in a fine coat, from heel to crown, covering her in a pale film that softened the raw glow of dawn. Daenarys did not brush it away. Instead, she inhaled through scorched air and tasted charcoal, copper, and something sweet—her own skin meeting flame and refusing to char. Around her,…

The first dying scream was a wet, choked-off thing, cut short before it could properly curdle the air. Greg didn’t need to see who it belonged to; the sound already too familiar. The gold-cloaked guards hit their whole group like a breaking wave, an ugly snarling tsunami of steel and leather that slammed into the…

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…

The parley had died in the throat of the morning, Renly Baratheon sending word to the approaching armies of his elder brother. What word he sent, she did not know. Even still, from the sight of Stannis’s forces, it was nothing good and certainly nothing kind.  Early dawn bled a pale gold across the Reach,…

Robb Stark pulled his sword from the Lannister knight’s chest and felt the familiar wrongness settle in his bones as the battle came to an end around him. The man had been bigger than him, older, more experienced—and Robb had cut through his guard like it was made of parchment. The knight’s eyes were still…