Tuesday, July 16, 2013

A Clash of Kings - Chapter 69

BRANThe ashes fell like a soft grey snow.He padded over dry needles and brown leaves, to the edge of the wood where the pines grew thin. Beyond the open fields he could see the great piles of man-rock stark against the swirling flames. The wind blew hot and rich with the smell of blood and burnt meat, so strong he began to slaver.Yet as one smell drew...

A Clash of Kings - Chapter 68

JONWhen Qhorin Halfhand told him to find some brush for a fire, Jon knew their end was near.It will be good to feel warm again, if only for a little while, he told himself while he hacked bare branches from the trunk of a dead tree. Ghost sat on his haunches watching, silent as ever. Will he howl for me when I'm dead, as Bran's wolf howled when he...

A Clash of Kings - Chapter 66

THEONMaester Luwin came to him when the first scouts were seen outside the walls. "My lord prince," he said, "you must yield."Theon stared at the platter of oakcakes, honey, and blood sausage they'd brought him to break his fast. Another sleepless night had left his nerves raw, and the very sight of food sickened him. "There has been no reply from...

A Clash of Kings - Chapter 67

ARYAThe heads had been dipped in tar to slow the rot. Every morning when Arya went to the wel to draw fresh water for Roose Bolton’s basin, she had to pass beneath them. They faced outward, so she never saw their faces, but she liked to pretend that one of them was Joffrey’s. She tried to picture how his pretty face would look dipped in tar. If I was...