Moriah was watching the parasites. "Why would I waste my precious time by discussing that with a coward like you? You should know by now the reason why I am here, Ezekiel," she called him by his real name.    The warriors were still stunned by the lightning and when they saw that two of them talking, they began to whisper between them again. The Commander of Moriah's army, Panther, he was feeling anxious and frightened at the absence of his Lord. He couldn't decide that what he should command the fighters; whether order them to continue fighting or surrender to their enemies.   Nrikawn was also surprised while he just returned from the forest. He vaguely recognized the woman in front of his brother, he recalled that perhaps she was Hand of the King's wife, Hadassah Longleaf. He wondered what the hell she was doing there or talking about or acting like an unusual creature. He glanced at his army's Commander,"Alex. What do you t

   Somebody is brushing hairs from his forehead. Then nudging his shoulder.  "Cedron, wake up," a voice tells softly. A female voice.  He is feeling confused. There's no female person in their home. Then who is it? He tries to open my eyes, but can't, because sunlight is hitting me. Who the hell opened the damn curtains of the damn window? He raises his hands to cover my eyes, but something is in them. Something muddy. Wait...I'm not in home, am I? "Cedron," that voice tells again.  I snap my eyes open. A sharp face welcomes me. I adjust myself in a seated position, glancing around. Who is this girl? Shit!  He squints at the sunlight, not feeling as panicked as others should be

He Celandine observed the man curiously who just came out from the chamber, going downstairs. She noticed the small hand batch on his black robe, wondering what that might be meaning.  Suddenly everything around her change They traveled dawn to dusk, past woods and orchards and neatly tended fields, through small villages, crowded market towns, and stout holdfasts. Come dark, they would make camp and eat by the light of the moon and the lamps. The men took turns standing watch. Celandine would glimpse firelight flickering through the trees from the camps of other travelers. There seemed to be more camps every night, and more traffic on the kingsroad by daShe somehow knew it was a dreamMorning, noon, and night they came, old folks and little children, big men and small ones, barefoot girls and women with babes at their breasts. Some drove farm wagons or bumped along in the back of ox carts. More rode: draft horses, ponies

Yes.     She was grubbing for vegetables in a dead man's garden when she heard the singing.    Arya stiffened, still as stone, listening, the three stringy carrots in her hand suddenly forgotten. She thought of the Bloody Mummers and Roose Bolton's men, and a shiver of fear went down her back. It's not fair, not when we finally found the Trident, not when we thought we were almost safe.    Only why would the Mummers be singing?    The song came drifting up the river from somewhere beyond the little rise to the east. "Off to Gulltown to see the fair maid, heigh-ho, heigh-ho . . . "       Arya rose, carrots dangling from her hand. It sound

A Song of Swords  Leafstone The Capital of Imperium  He angrily smashed the cat with his hands."That could be a spirit, you know." A young  golden-haired women, wearing a long tempting, transparent white robe and a necklace made of pink pearls around her neck, said behind him."You're no witch," he snarled, wiping the blood from his bear hands with a linen rag. "Neither are you, My Lord."The man looked at her with astonishment, which was more than anger. He reached to her boldly and grabbed her from behind, grasping her slim waist."Do I need to remind you who you are, Alvina?" He brush his chin roughly against her smooth white neck, poking the pearls. "No, My Lord.""But you will accept your punishment tonight.""Forgive me, My Lord," she gasped quietly.    The place they were standing, was a beautiful garden and it was s