“One hand, one knee. Dragging, sliding, burning. One hand, one knee.” — T.C. Southwell Copy Share Image
“Behind you, behind you, behind you!” Quentyn turned and threw his left arm across his face to shield his eyes from the furnace wind. Rhaegal, he reminded himself, the green one is Rhaegal. When he raised his whip, he saw… — George R.R. Martin Copy Share Image
