The men of the winterlands are made of iron and ice, and even my boldest knights fear to face them. The silent presence of the direwolf gave him comfort. He was halfway up the tree, moving easily from limb to limb, when the wolf got to his feet and began to howl. He was bent over the biggest book Arya had ever seen, a great thick tome with cracked yellow pages o
He so wanted to go . His mouth tightened. Viserys began to scream the high, wordless scream of the coward facing death. No! Bran screamed.
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