A Clash of Kings – A Poor Vintage
I knew a brother drowned himself in wine once. It was a poor vintage, though, and his corpse did not improve it." A Clash of Kings...
I knew a brother drowned himself in wine once. It was a poor vintage, though, and his corpse did not improve it." A Clash of Kings...
It was not long until the first of the brothers from the Shadow Tower began wending their way up the slope. All in leather and...
Panting, she squatted and spread her legs. Blood ran down her thighs, black as ink. Her cry might have been agony or ecstasy or both. And Davos...
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Sandor Clegane cantered briskly through the gates astride Sansa's chestnut courser. The girl was seated behind, both arms tight around the Hound's chest. A Clash of Kings Chapter...
The mother heard her. Somehow the queen's voice cut through the woman's ravaged wits. Her slack face twisted in loathing. "Whore!" she shrieked. "Kingslayer's whore!...
Out on the river, Bold Wind unshipped her oars and glided downstream in the wake of Seaswift. Last came King Robert's Hammer, the might of...
When the fiery ladder stood forty feet high, the mage leapt forward and began to climb it, scrambling up hand over hand as quick as...
The Pureborn heard her pleas from the great wooden seats of their ancestors, rising in curved tiers from a marble floor to a high-domed ceiling...
The tall girl knelt awkwardly, unsheathed Renly's longsword, and laid it at her feet. "Then I am yours, my lady. Your liege man, or . ....