My mother is right. She could see fires dancing in the onyx of his eyes. A wooden platform had been built to elevate Robert's chair; there the Lord of the Eyrie sat, giggling and clapping Make way or die! The wolves are howling, their leader said.
The ground was rocky and uneven; the flickering light made it seem to shift and move beneath her. The Commander bowed stiffly. At first Tyrion wondered who he'd been, and what had become of him; later, he decided that he would rather not know. Oil, she commanded, and they brought forth the jars and poured them over the pyre, soaking the silks and the bru
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