A Clash of Kings – The City of Bones
So here we are for the first Daenerys chapter. She has been traveling through the Red Wastes for weeks with the remains of her khalasar. Finally, after nearly dying of starvation, they discover a dead city. Dany names it “Vaes Tolorro” which means the city of bones in the Dothraki tongue.
Not much to say about this one other than I’m pretty happy with how the Silver turned out. Repetition is beginning to yield images I can claim are halfway decent drawings of horses.
How long the city had been deserted she could not know, but the white walls, so beautiful from afar, were cracked and crumbling when seen up close. Inside was a maze of narrow crooked alleys. The buildings pressed close, their facades blank, chalky, windowless. Everything was white, as if the people who lived here had known nothing of color. They rode past heaps of sun-washed rubble where houses had fallen in, and elsewhere saw the faded scars of fire. At a place where six alleys came together, Dany passed an empty marble plinth. Dothraki had visited this place before, it would seem. Perhaps even now the missing statue stood among the other stolen gods in Vaes Dothrak. She might have ridden past it a hundred times, never knowing. On her shoulder, Viserion hissed.