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Chapter Fourteen — Aunty Em
They went in anyway.
Percy tried to stop them. He said wait about four more times, and something's wrong, and the statues, and Annabeth said I know, I see them, with her jaw set and her hand on the bronze knife at her belt. But Grover was swaying on his hooves like...
Chapter Fourteen: Asmodeus
Beru went first, as he had promised, and the snow turned black behind him.
The ants went into the dead like a scythe into standing wheat. Behind them came the knights in their black plate, and the mages, and the beasts, and behind them all came Asmodeus on Kaisel's...
Chapter Thirteen — The Kindly Ones
The bus west left Port Authority at eight in the morning, and Annabeth didn't wait until they were out of the tunnel.
"Okay," she said, dropping into the seat across the aisle from him with her knees up and her Yankees cap pulled low. "We're on the bus...
Chapter Thirteen: Asmodeus
The storm stopped the moment he flew into it.
He felt it happen. On the walls of Winterfell, and every night since on the kingsroad, he had felt it lean south. Now, as Kaisel carried him over the last black fringe of the haunted forest and into the white, the whole...
Chapter Twelve — Cabin Three
Part Two — The Western Road
Cabin Three sat at the end of the row, a little apart from the others, as if it had been told to wait outside.
It was long and low and built of rough gray stone, studded with shells and bits of coral that someone had pressed into the...
Chapter Twelve: Sansa
The tourney grounds smelled of horses and woodsmoke and the river, and Sansa had never been so happy in her life.
Half the knights of the Seven Kingdoms had come to ride in honor of her father, the new Hand of the King, on the meadows below the city walls, and the noise...
Chapter Eleven: Daenerys
The Western Market smelled of cinnamon and horse dung and a dozen kinds of smoke, and everyone in it was talking about a dragon.
Dany had come down the godsway in the heat of the afternoon, with Ser Jorah at her side and Irri and Doreah behind her, and everywhere in...
Chapter Ten: Catelyn
The letter from the Wall came a little more than three weeks after the king rode south, and Catelyn read it standing in Maester Luwin's turret with the ravens muttering overhead, the way she had read her sister's.
The Lord Commander of the Night's Watch wrote a blunt...
Chapter Nine: Tyrion
The top of the Wall stood seven hundred feet above the rest of the world, and Tyrion Lannister had pissed off the edge of it three nights running. It had not yet lost its charm.
The first night he'd done it on principle. The second, for the view. By the third he had begun...
Chapter Eight: Arya
The trouble started because the river was too pretty to waste.
That was what Arya would say afterward, and she'd mean it. The column had stopped early on the north bank of the Trident — nobody told her why; nobody ever told her anything — and nobody was watching her either...
Chapter Seven: Asmodeus
My King, said Beru, from somewhere beneath the floor, this one begs leave to devour the golden knight.
Not yet, Asmodeus told him.
The broken tower was cold. Wind came through the empty windows and stirred the pigeon feathers on the floor, and the thin grey light fell...
Chapter Six: Jaime
The king woke angry, which was unusual, and still drunk, which was not.
Jaime heard about it from three different people before he'd broken his fast. Robert had thrown a boot at his squire. Robert had cursed the North, its wine, its beds and its lord, and then wept a little...
Chapter Five: Jon
The king came north under a sky like hammered pewter, with three hundred riders behind him and a wheelhouse so vast it took forty horses to drag it through the gate.
Jon watched it come from the edge of the yard, where bastards stood.
Lady Catelyn had ranked the household on...
Chapter Four: Asmodeus
Maester Luwin wanted to put his hand inside the wolf.
He asked on the third morning, in the yard, with the pups tumbling over Winter's flanks and half the household finding reasons to cross the yard slowly. He asked Asmodeus first, and Asmodeus said, "Don't ask me, ask...
Chapter Three: Catelyn
The candle before the Stranger would not stay lit.
Catelyn had lit the others without trouble, one for each face of the Seven, the way her lady mother had taught her at Riverrun when she was still small enough to need a stool. The Father's burned tall and steady. The...