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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...
Chapter Two: Asmodeus
Snow was falling into his open eyes, and he couldn't feel it.
He lay on his back and watched it come down out of the dark: big, slow flakes, turning as they fell, catching a light that had no business being there. The light was blue. It hung in the air a foot above his...
Chapter One: Bran
The star had fallen black.
Bran had seen it from his window, long after Old Nan blew out his candle and told him that boys who stayed awake were carried off by the Others. He had been watching the sky over the wolfswood because he couldn't sleep. Tomorrow he was riding out...
Prologue
The dead were gone.
Will lay on his belly at the lip of the hollow and stared down at the place where they had been, and his mind refused to take it in.
An hour ago there had been twelve. He had counted them twice, pressed flat in this same snow with his heart knocking against the...
Chapter Eleven — Half-Blood Hill
The big farmhouse at the bottom of the hill had a wraparound porch, and on the porch, at a card table under a yellow bug light, two men were playing cards.
Percy saw them as he came down the last of the slope through the strawberry fields, with Grover over his...
Chapter Ten — The Minotaur
Gabe was on the couch when Percy got home, with the Mets on and a beer in his good hand and the glove on the other one. He looked up when the door opened. Something crossed his face — fast, like a fish darting under a dock — and then he looked back at the TV and...
Chapter Nine — Two Furies
Hades kept count of everything that died.
Mortals were easy. They came down to him by the thousands every day, along the long gray road to the river, and he did not need to see them to know they had arrived; he felt them settle into his kingdom like silt settling to...
Chapter Eight — Yancy
The something turned out to be his pre-algebra teacher.
Her name was Mrs. Dodds, and Percy knew what she was about four seconds after he walked into her classroom on the first day of school.
It wasn't how she looked. She looked like a lot of teachers: middle-aged and...
Chapter Seven — The Platform
In April, Percy's school told his mom he wouldn't be welcome back in the fall.
It would be his fifth school in five years, which his mom said was not a record anybody wanted to break. This time it was a seventh grader named Kyle Brandt, who liked holding smaller...
Chapter Six — The Hand
In January, Percy checked a book out of the library on purpose for the first time in his life.
It was a picture book, mostly — a big, flat, glossy thing from the oversize shelf called Japan: Land of the Rising Sun, the kind of book meant for little kids doing reports...
Chapter Five — The Weight of Things
For his eleventh birthday, his mom took him out on a boat.
Not a big one. Not a fancy one. A party boat — the kind that went out of Montauk Harbor every morning at seven with forty strangers aboard, a captain with a voice like a gravel truck, and two...
Chapter Four — Sheepshead Bay
The spring he was ten, Percy found out he was too fast.
Hector entered him in a swim meet. It wasn't a big one — a YMCA invitational in a chlorine-fogged pool in Queens, eight lanes, kids from all five boroughs — but Hector made a big deal of it anyway. Percy's...