They met on the battlefield of Winter, across the great expanse of steaming snow, and death, and worse-than-death, and as her mount swooped down upon him he plunged his sword between the smoldering scales, and she cried out, and when he withdrew his blade the steel was aflame.
They ruled in the High Summer, the years of slow revival, of fitful peace.The day the white raven came, the queen bowed her head before the tomb, and outside the people heard a mournful noise which some called a howl, and some forevermore insisted was the voice of a dragon who had learned to cry as a wolf.
They ruled in the High Summer, the years of slow revival, of fitful peace.The day the white raven came, the queen bowed her head before the tomb, and outside the people heard a mournful noise which some called a howl, and some forevermore insisted was the voice of a dragon who had learned to cry as a wolf.
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