He wriggled free, his throat so tight he could scarce talk. When you see me next at council, be certain to treat me with your accustomed contempt. They were cold things, dead things, that hated iron and fire and the touch of the sun, and every creature with hot blood in its veins. There were bodies on the stair of the Tower of the Hand, and the steps were slick with blood.
Tyrion had a morbid fascination with dragons. Dany poured the oil over the woman's head herself. Viserys glanced where the khal was pointing. Summer began to growl first.
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