“Then Royce's parry came a beat too late. The pale sword bit through the ringmail beneath his arm. The young Lord cried out in pain. Blood welled between the rings. It seemed red as fire where they touched the snow.” — George R.R. Martin Copy Share Image
“dragonflies circled me, the sun knifing off the brilliant blues and yellows of their bodies.” — Alexandria Marzano-Lesnevich Copy Share Image
