Mat dumped the rest of the wine into his mouth, savoring the sweet, cool taste. He brought the cup down and tossed a handful of five dice. They tumbled to the wooden floor of the tavern, clacking against one another ( Read more... )

Mat was hiding as best he could in his mug of ale. He'd had to get rid of his hat as it had become too bloody distinctive. Stories about the bloody invincible and amazing Lord Mat Bloody Cauthon had been making their way through town and as the gholem, judging by the mysterious death rumors that were also percolating, was also not bloody dead, Mat ( Read more... )