A Storm of Swords – A Long Flight

A Storm of Swords – A Long Flight

We join Arya and company as they continue their flight from Harrenhal. It’s been raining for years and they are miserable. Only the fear of the Bolton scalpel keeps them going.

I’m pretty happy how this one turned up, even though there was no good way to show Harrenhal in the distance. (That might have been Arya’s imagination anyway.)

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Every time she looked back, she half expected to see a blaze of torches pouring out the distant gates of Harrenhal or rushing along the tops of its huge high walls, but there was nothing. Harrenhal slept on, until it was lost in darkness and hidden behind the trees.
Arya – pg 44