A Clash of Kings – Wildfire
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He did not know whether he ought to be delighted or terrified. Perhaps a smidge of both. “I trust that your guild brothers are not engaging in any unseemly haste, Wisdom. We do not want ten thousand jars of defective wildfire, nor even one . . . and we most certainly do not want any mishaps.”
A Clash of Kings – Chapter 17 – Tyrion
yrion’s inspection of the Pyromancer’s stock of wildfire once again brings me back to my ongoing problem with Mr. Martin’s descriptions. All he tells us is it’s cold, damp, and dark. How is the “fruit” stored? I don’t know!
Now, I don’t expect a painting of words, a la Mervyn Peake, making the books twice as thick as they already are, but is it asking to have a bit more to work with?
On the plus side, whenever these gaps occur, I can draw whatever I want.