A Dance with Dragons Read online

Page 12


  Jon did not doubt. And the moment he is out, he and Thorne will begin to plot again.

  — and tie him to his horse, he might have said. If Slynt did not wish to go to Greyguard as its commander, he could go as its cook. It will only be a matter of time until he deserts, then. And how many others will he take with him?

  “—and hang him,” Jon finished.

  Janos Slynt’s face went as white as milk. The spoon slipped from his fingers. Edd and Emmett crossed the room, their footsteps ringing on the stone floor. Bowen Marsh’s mouth opened and closed though no words came out. Ser Alliser Thorne reached for his sword hilt. Go on, Jon thought. Longclaw was slung across his back. Show your steel. Give me cause to do the same.

  Half the men in the hall were on their feet. Southron knights and men-at-arms, loyal to King Stannis or the red woman or both, and Sworn Brothers of the Night’s Watch. Some had chosen Jon to be their lord commander. Others had cast their stones for Bowen Marsh, Ser Denys Mallister, Cotter Pyke… and some for Janos Slynt. Hundreds of them, as I recall. Jon wondered how many of those men were in the cellar right now. For a moment the world balanced on a sword’s edge.

  Alliser Thorne took his hand from his sword and stepped aside to let Edd Tollett pass.

  Dolorous Edd took hold of Slynt by one arm, Iron Emmett by the other. Together they hauled him from the bench. “No,” Lord Janos protested, flecks of porridge spraying from his lips. “No, unhand me. He’s just a boy, a bastard. His father was a traitor. The mark of the beast is on him, that wolf of his… Let go of me! You will rue the day you laid hands on Janos Slynt. I have friends in King’s Landing. I warn you—” He was still protesting as they half-marched, half-dragged him up the steps.

  Jon followed them outside. Behind him, the cellar emptied. At the cage, Slynt wrenched loose for a moment and tried to make a fight of it, but Iron Emmett caught him by the throat and slammed him back against the iron bars until he desisted. By then all of Castle Black had come outside to watch. Even Val was at her window, her long golden braid across one shoulder. Stannis stood on the steps of the King’s Tower, surrounded by his knights.

  “If the boy thinks that he can frighten me, he is mistaken,” they heard Lord Janos said. “He would not dare to hang me. Janos Slynt has friends, important friends, you’ll see…” The wind whipped away the rest of his words.

  This is wrong, Jon thought. “Stop.”

  Emmett turned back, frowning. “My lord?”

  “I will not hang him,” said Jon. “Bring him here.”

  “Oh, Seven save us,” he heard Bowen Marsh cry out.

  The smile that Lord Janos Slynt smiled then had all the sweetness of rancid butter. Until Jon said, “Edd, fetch me a block,” and unsheathed Longclaw.

  By the time a suitable chopping block was found, Lord Janos had retreated into the winch cage, but Iron Emmett went in after him and dragged him out. “No,” Slynt cried, as Emmett half-shoved and half-pulled him across the yard. “Unhand me… you cannot… when Tywin Lannister hears of this, you will all rue—”

  Emmett kicked his legs out from under him. Dolorous Edd planted a foot on his back to keep him on his knees as Emmett shoved the block beneath his head. “This will go easier if you stay still,” Jon Snow promised him. “Move to avoid the cut, and you will still die, but your dying will be uglier. Stretch out your neck, my lord.” The pale morning sunlight ran up and down his blade as Jon clasped the hilt of the bastard sword with both hands and raised it high. “If you have any last words, now is the time to speak them,” he said, expecting one last curse.

  Janos Slynt twisted his neck around to stare up at him. “Please, my lord. Mercy. I’ll… I’ll go, I will, I…”

  No, thought Jon. You closed that door. Longclaw descended. “Can I have his boots?” asked Owen the Oaf, as Janos Slynt’s head went rolling across the muddy ground. “They’re almost new, those boots. Lined with fur.”

  Jon glanced back at Stannis. For an instant their eyes met. Then the king nodded and went back inside his tower.

  TYRION

  He woke alone, and found the litter halted.

  A pile of crushed cushions remained to show where Illyrio had sprawled. The dwarf’s throat felt dry and raspy. He had dreamed… what had he dreamed? He did not remember.

  Outside, voices were speaking in a tongue he did not know. Tyrion swung his legs through the curtains and hopped to the ground, to find Magister Illyrio standing by the horses with two riders looming over him. Both wore shirts of worn leather beneath cloaks of dark brown wool, but their swords were sheathed and the fat man did not look to be in danger.

  “I need a piss,” the dwarf announced. He waddled off the road, undid his breeches, and relieved himself into a tangle of thorns. It took quite a long time.

  “He pisses well, at least,” a voice observed.

  Tyrion flicked the last drops off and tucked himself away. “Pissing is the least of my talents. You ought to see me shit.” He turned to Magister Illyrio. “Are these two known to you, magister? They look like outlaws. Should I find my axe?”

  “Your axe?” exclaimed the larger of the riders, a brawny man with a shaggy beard and a shock of orange hair. “Did you hear that, Haldon? The little man wants to fight with us!”

  His companion was older, clean-shaved, with a lined ascetic face. His hair had been pulled back and tied in a knot behind his head. “Small men oft feel a need to prove their courage with unseemly boasts,” he declared. “I doubt if he could kill a duck.”

  Tyrion shrugged. “Fetch the duck.”

  “If you insist.” The rider glanced at his companion.

  The brawny man unsheathed a bastard sword. “I’m Duck, you mouthy little pisspot.”

  Oh, gods be good. “I had a smaller duck in mind.”

  The big man roared with laughter. “Did you hear, Haldon? He wants a smaller Duck!”

  “I should gladly settle for a quieter one.”

  The man called Haldon studied Tyrion with cool grey eyes before turning back to Illyrio. “You have some chests for us?”

  “And mules to carry them.”

  “Mules are too slow. We have pack horses, we’ll shift the chests to them. Duck, attend to that.”

  “Why is it always Duck who attends to things?” The big man slipped his sword back in its sheath. “What do you attend to, Haldon? Who is the knight here, you or me?” Yet he stomped off toward the baggage mules all the same.

  “How fares our lad?” asked Illyrio as the chests were being secured. Tyrion counted six, oaken chests with iron hasps. Duck shifted them easily enough, hoisting them on one shoulder.

  “He is as tall as Griff now. Three days ago he knocked Duck into a horse trough.”

  “I wasn’t knocked. I fell in just to make him laugh.”

  “Your ploy was a success,” said Haldon. “I laughed myself.”

  “There is a gift for the boy in one of the chests. Some candied ginger. He was always fond of it.” Illyrio sounded oddly sad. “I thought I might continue on to Ghoyan Drohe with you. A farewell feast before you start downriver…”

  “We have no time for feasts, my lord,” said Haldon. “Griff means to strike downriver the instant we are back. News has been coming upriver, none of it good. Dothraki have been seen north of Dagger Lake, outriders from old Motho’s khalasar, and Khal Zekko is not far behind him, moving through the Forest of Qohor.”

  The fat man made a rude noise. “Zekko visits Qohor every three or four years. The Qohorik give him a sack of gold and he turns east again. As for Motho, his men are near as old as he is, and there are fewer every year. The threat is—”

  “—Khal Pono,” Haldon finished. “Motho and Zekko flee from him, if the tales are true. The last reports had Pono near the headwaters of the Selhoru with a khalasar of thirty thousand. Griff does not want to risk being caught up in the crossing if Pono should decide to risk the Rhoyne.” Haldon glanced at Tyrion. “Does your dwarf ride as well as he pisses?”

  �
�He rides,” Tyrion broke in, before the lord of cheese could answer for him, “though he rides best with a special saddle and a horse that he knows well. He talks as well.”

  “So he does. I am Haldon, the healer in our little band of brothers. Some call me Halfmaester. My companion is Ser Duck.”

  “Ser Rolly,” said the big man. “Rolly Duckfield. Any knight can make a knight, and Griff made me. And you, dwarf?”

  Illyrio spoke up quickly. “Yollo, he is called.”

  Yollo? Yollo sounds like something you might name a monkey. Worse, it was a Pentoshi name, and any fool could see that Tyrion was no Pentoshi. “In Pentos I am Yollo,” he said quickly, to make what amends he could, “but my mother named me Hugor Hill.”

  “Are you a little king or a little bastard?” asked Haldon.

  Tyrion realized he would do well to be careful around Haldon Halfmaester. “Every dwarf is a bastard in his father’s eyes.”

  “No doubt. Well, Hugor Hill, answer me this. How did Serwyn of the Mirror Shield slay the dragon Urrax?”

  “He approached behind his shield. Urrax saw only his own reflection until Serwyn had plunged his spear through his eye.”

  Haldon was unimpressed. “Even Duck knows that tale. Can you tell me the name of the knight who tried the same ploy with Vhagar during the Dance of the Dragons?”

  Tyrion grinned. “Ser Byron Swann. He was roasted for his trouble… only the dragon was Syrax, not Vhagar.”

  “I fear that you’re mistaken. In The Dance of the Dragons, A True Telling, Maester Munkun writes—”

  “—that it was Vhagar. Grand Maester Munkun errs. Ser Byron’s squire saw his master die, and wrote his daughter of the manner of it. His account says it was Syrax, Rhaenyra’s she-dragon, which makes more sense than Munken’s version. Swann was the son of a marcher lord, and Storm’s End was for Aegon. Vhagar was ridden by Prince Aemond, Aegon’s brother. Why should Swann want to slay her?”

  Haldon pursed his lips. “Try not to tumble off the horse. If you do, best waddle back to Pentos. Our shy maid will not wait for man nor dwarf.”

  “Shy maids are my favorite sort. Aside from wanton ones. Tell me, where do whores go?”

  “Do I look like a man who frequents whores?”

  Duck laughed derisively. “He don’t dare. Lemore would make him pray for pardon, the lad would want to come along, and Griff might cut his cock off and stuff it down his throat.”

  “Well,” said Tyrion, “a maester does not need a cock.”

  “Haldon’s only half a maester, though.”

  “You seem to find the dwarf amusing, Duck,” said Haldon. “He can ride with you.” He wheeled his mount about.

  It took another few moments for Duck to finish securing Illyrio’s chests to the three pack horses. By that time Haldon had vanished. Duck seemed unconcerned. He swung into the saddle, grabbed Tyrion by the collar, and hoisted the little man up in front of him. “Hold tight to the pommel and you’ll do fine. The mare’s got a nice sweet gait, and the dragon road’s smooth as a maiden’s arse.” Gathering the reins in his right hand and the leads in his left, Ser Rolly set off at a brisk trot.

  “Good fortune,” Illyrio called after them. “Tell the boy I am sorry that I will not be with him for his wedding. I will rejoin you in Westeros. That I swear, by my sweet Serra’s hands.”

  The last that Tyrion Lannister saw of Illyrio Mopatis, the magister was standing by his litter in his brocade robes, his massive shoulders slumped. As his figure dwindled in their dust, the lord of cheese looked almost small.

  Duck caught up with Haldon Halfmaester a quarter mile on. Thereafter the riders continued side by side. Tyrion clung to the high pommel with his short legs splayed out awkwardly, knowing he could look forward to blisters, cramps, and saddle sores.

  “I wonder what the pirates of Dagger Lake will make of our dwarf?” Haldon said as they rode on.

  “Dwarf stew?” suggested Duck.

  “Urho the Unwashed is the worst of them,” Haldon confided. “His stench alone is enough to kill a man.”

  Tyrion shrugged. “Fortunately, I have no nose.”

  Haldon gave him a thin smile. “If we should encounter the Lady Korra on Hag’s Teeth, you may soon be lacking other parts as well. Korra the Cruel, they call her. Her ship is crewed by beautiful young maids who geld every male they capture.”

  “Terrifying. I may well piss my breeches.”

  “Best not,” Duck warned darkly.

  “As you say. If we encounter this Lady Korra, I will just slip into a skirt and say that I am Cersei, the famous bearded beauty of King’s Landing.”

  This time Duck laughed, and Haldon said, “What a droll little fellow you are, Yollo. They say that the Shrouded Lord will grant a boon to any man who can make him laugh. Perhaps His Grey Grace will choose you to ornament his stony court.”

  Duck glanced at his companion uneasily. “It’s not good to jape of that one, not when we’re so near the Rhoyne. He hears.”

  “Wisdom from a duck,” said Haldon. “I beg your pardon, Yollo. You need not look so pale, I was only playing with you. The Prince of Sorrows does not bestow his grey kiss lightly.”

  His grey kiss. The thought made his flesh crawl. Death had lost its terror for Tyrion Lannister, but greyscale was another matter. The Shrouded Lord is just a legend, he told himself, no more real than the ghost of Lann the Clever that some claim haunts Casterly Rock. Even so, he held his tongue.

  The dwarf’s sudden silence went unnoticed, as Duck had begun to regale him with his own life story. His father had been an armorer at Bitterbridge, he said, so he had been born with the sound of steel ringing in his ears and had taken to swordplay at an early age. Such a large and likely lad drew the eye of old Lord Caswell, who offered him a place in his garrison, but the boy had wanted more. He watched Caswell’s weakling son named a page, a squire, and finally a knight. “A weedy pinch-faced sneak, he was, but the old lord had four daughters and only the one son, so no one was allowed to say a word against him. T’other squires hardly dared to lay a finger on him in the yard.”

  “You were not so timid, though.” Tyrion could see where this tale was going easily enough.

  “My father made a longsword for me to mark my sixteenth nameday,” said Duck, “but Lorent liked the look of it so much he took it for himself, and my bloody father never dared to tell him no. When I complained, Lorent told me to my face that my hand was made to hold a hammer, not a sword. So I went and got a hammer and beat him with it, till both his arms and half his ribs were broken. After that I had to leave the Reach, quick as it were. I made it across the water to the Golden Company. I did some smithing for a few years as a ’prentice, then Ser Harry Strickland took me on as squire. When Griff sent word downriver that he needed someone to help train his son to arms, Harry sent him me.”

  “And Griff knighted you?”

  “A year later.”

  Haldon Halfmaester smiled a thin smile. “Tell our little friend how you came by your name, why don’t you?”

  “A knight needs more than just the one name,” the big man insisted, “and, well, we were in a field when he dubbed me, and I looked up and saw these ducks, so… don’t laugh, now.”

  Just after sunset, they left the road to rest in an overgrown yard beside an old stone well. Tyrion hopped down to work the cramps out of his calves whilst Duck and Haldon were watering the horses. Tough brown grass and weed trees sprouted from the gaps between the cobbles, and the mossy walls of what once might have been a huge stone manse. After the animals had been tended to, the riders shared a simple supper of salt pork and cold white beans, washed down with ale. Tyrion found the plain fare a pleasant change from all the rich food he had eaten with Illyrio. “Those chests we brought you,” he said as they were chewing. “Gold for the Golden Company, I thought at first, until I saw Ser Rolly hoist a chest onto one shoulder. If it were full of coin, he could never have lifted it so easily.”

  “It’s just armor,” said Duck,
with a shrug.

  “Clothing as well,” Haldon broke in. “Court clothes, for all our party. Fine woolens, velvets, silken cloaks. One does not come before a queen looking shabby… nor empty-handed. The magister has been kind enough to provide us with suitable gifts.”

  Come moonrise, they were back in their saddles, trotting eastward under a mantle of stars. The old Valyrian road glimmered ahead of them like a long silver ribbon winding through wood and dale. For a little while Tyrion Lannister felt almost at peace. “Lomas Longstrider told it true. The road’s a wonder.”

  “Lomas Longstrider?” asked Duck.

  “A scribe, long dead,” said Haldon. “He spent his life traveling the world and writing about the lands he visited in two books he called Wonders and Wonders Made by Man.”

  “An uncle of mine gave them to me when I was just a boy,” said Tyrion. “I read them until they fell to pieces.”

  “The gods made seven wonders, and mortal man made nine,” quoted the Halfmaester. “Rather impious of mortal man to do the gods two better, but there you are. The stone roads of Valyria were one of Longstrider’s nine. The fifth, I believe.”

  “The fourth,” said Tyrion, who had committed all sixteen of the wonders to memory as a boy. His uncle Gerion liked to set him on the table during feasts and make him recite them. I liked that well enough, didn’t I? Standing there amongst the trenchers with every eye upon me, proving what a clever little imp I was. For years afterward, he had cherished a dream that one day he would travel the world and see Longstrider’s wonders for himself.

  Lord Tywin had put an end to that hope ten days before his dwarf son’s sixteenth nameday, when Tyrion asked to tour the Nine Free Cities, as his uncles had done at that same age. “My brothers could be relied upon to bring no shame upon House Lannister,” his father had replied. “Neither ever wed a whore.” And when Tyrion had reminded him that in ten days he would be a man grown, free to travel where he wished, Lord Tywin had said, “No man is free. Only children and fools think elsewise. Go, by all means. Wear motley and stand upon your head to amuse the spice lords and the cheese kings. Just see that you pay your own way and put aside any thoughts of returning.” At that the boy’s defiance had crumbled. “If it is useful occupation you require, useful occupation you shall have,” his father then said. So to mark his manhood, Tyrion was given charge of all the drains and cisterns within Casterly Rock. Perhaps he hoped I’d fall into one. But Tywin had been disappointed in that. The drains never drained half so well as when he had charge of them.

  I need a cup of wine, to wash the taste of Tywin from my mouth. A skin of wine would serve me even better.

  They rode all night, with Tyrion sleeping fitfully, dozing against the pommel and waking suddenly. From time to time he would begin to slip sideways from the saddle, but Ser Rolly would get a hand on him and yank him upright once again. By dawn the dwarf’s legs were aching and his cheeks were chafed and raw.

  It was the next day before they reached the site of Ghoyan Drohe, hard beside the river. “The fabled Rhoyne,” said Tyrion when he glimpsed the slow green waterway from atop a rise.

  “The Little Rhoyne,” said Duck.

  “It is that.” A pleasant enough river, I suppose, but the smallest fork of the Trident is twice as wide, and all three of them run swifter. The city was no more impressive. Ghoyan Drohe had never been large, Tyrion recalled from his histories, but it had been a fair place, green and flowering, a city of canals and fountains. Until the war. Until the dragons came. A thousand years later, the canals were choked with reeds and mud, and pools of stagnant water gave birth to swarms of flies. The broken stones of temples and palaces were sinking back into the earth, and gnarled old willows grew thick along the riverbanks.

  A few people still remained amidst the squalor, tending little gardens in amongst the weeds. The sound of iron hooves ringing on the old Valyrian road sent most of them darting back into the holes they’d crawled from, but the bolder ones lingered in the sun long enough to stare at the passing riders with dull, incurious eyes. One naked girl with mud up to her knees could not seem to take her eyes off Tyrion. She has never seen a dwarf before, he realized, much less a dwarf without a nose. He made a face and stuck his tongue out, and the girl began to cry.

  “What did you do to her?” Duck asked.

  “I blew her a kiss. All the girls cry when I kiss them.”

  Beyond the tangled willows the road ended abruptly and they turned north for a short ways and rode beside the water, until the brush gave way and they found themselves beside an old stone quay, half-submerged and surrounded by tall brown weeds. “Duck!” came a shout. “Haldon!” Tyrion craned his head to one side, and saw a boy standing on the roof of a low wooden building, waving a wide-brimmed straw hat. He was a lithe and well-made youth, with a lanky build and a shock of dark blue hair. The dwarf put his age at fifteen, sixteen, or near enough to make no matter.

  The roof the boy was standing on turned out to be the cabin of the Shy Maid, an old ramshackle single-masted poleboat. She had a broad beam and a shallow draft, ideal for making her way up the smallest of streams and crabwalking over sandbars. A homely maid, thought Tyrion, but sometimes the ugliest ones are the hungriest once abed. The poleboats that plied the rivers of Dorne were often brightly painted and exquisitely carved, but not this maid. Her paintwork was a muddy greyish brown, mottled and flaking; her big curved tiller, plain and unadorned. She looks like dirt, he thought, but no doubt that’s the point.

  Duck was hallooing back by then. The mare splashed through the shallows, trampling down the reeds. The boy leapt down off the cabin roof to the poleboat’s deck, and the rest of the Shy Maid’s crew made their appearance. An older couple with a Rhoynish cast to their features stood close beside the tiller, whilst a handsome septa in a soft white robe stepped through the cabin door and pushed a lock of dark brown hair from her eyes.

  But there was no mistaking Griff. “That will be enough shouting,” he said. A

    A Dance with Dragons Read onlineA Dance with DragonsA Storm of Swords Read onlineA Storm of SwordsA Feast for Crows Read onlineA Feast for CrowsA Clash of Kings Read onlineA Clash of KingsA Game of Thrones Read onlineA Game of ThronesMississippi Roll Read onlineMississippi RollWild Cards V: Down and Dirty Read onlineWild Cards V: Down and DirtyBusted Flush Read onlineBusted FlushWhen the Devil Drives Read onlineWhen the Devil DrivesDying of the Light Read onlineDying of the LightThe Ice Dragon Read onlineThe Ice DragonSandkings Read onlineSandkingsJokertown Shuffle Read onlineJokertown ShuffleDreamsongs. Volume II Read onlineDreamsongs. Volume IIDeuces Down Read onlineDeuces DownWhen We Were Heroes Read onlineWhen We Were HeroesWarriors Read onlineWarriorsIn the House of the Worm Read onlineIn the House of the WormDeath Draws Five Read onlineDeath Draws FiveDreamsongs. Volume I Read onlineDreamsongs. Volume IMarked Cards Read onlineMarked CardsDreamsongs Read onlineDreamsongsCard Sharks Read onlineCard SharksDangerous Women Read onlineDangerous WomenInside Straight Read onlineInside StraightTurn of the Cards Read onlineTurn of the CardsFevre Dream Read onlineFevre DreamHigh Stakes: A Wild Cards Novel Read onlineHigh Stakes: A Wild Cards NovelWindhaven Read onlineWindhavenTuf Voyaging Read onlineTuf VoyagingDouble Solitaire Read onlineDouble SolitaireThe Sworn Sword Read onlineThe Sworn SwordLow Chicago Read onlineLow ChicagoDead Man's Hand Read onlineDead Man's HandWild Cards Read onlineWild CardsBlack Trump Read onlineBlack TrumpOne Eyed Jacks Read onlineOne Eyed JacksWild Cards: Aces Abroad Read onlineWild Cards: Aces AbroadLowball: A Wild Cards Novel Read onlineLowball: A Wild Cards NovelDouble Solitaire (2019 Edition) Read onlineDouble Solitaire (2019 Edition)Dealer's Choice Read onlineDealer's ChoiceAce in the Hole Read onlineAce in the HoleA Song for Lya: And Other Stories Read onlineA Song for Lya: And Other StoriesThree Kings Read onlineThree KingsKnaves Over Queens Read onlineKnaves Over QueensJoker Moon Read onlineJoker MoonOne Eyed Jacks wc-8 Read onlineOne Eyed Jacks wc-8Down And Dirty wc-5 Read onlineDown And Dirty wc-5Mississippi Roll_A Wild Cards Novel Read onlineMississippi Roll_A Wild Cards NovelA Feast for Dragons Read onlineA Feast for DragonsThe Sworn Sword ttodae-2 Read onlineThe Sworn Sword ttodae-2Aces High wc-2 Read onlineAces High wc-2Wild Cards 13 : Card Sharks Read onlineWild Cards 13 : Card SharksWay of the Wizard Read onlineWay of the WizardWild Cards VIII: One-Eyed Jacks Read onlineWild Cards VIII: One-Eyed JacksA Dance With Dragons: Book 5 of A Song of Ice and Fire (Song of Ice & Fire 5) Read onlineA Dance With Dragons: Book 5 of A Song of Ice and Fire (Song of Ice & Fire 5)The Princess and The Queen, Or, The Blacks and The Greens (a song of ice and fire) Read onlineThe Princess and The Queen, Or, The Blacks and The Greens (a song of ice and fire)Wild Cards VI--Ace in the Hole Read onlineWild Cards VI--Ace in the HoleThe World of Ice & Fire: The Untold History of Westeros and the Game of Thrones (A Song of Ice and Fire) Read onlineThe World of Ice & Fire: The Untold History of Westeros and the Game of Thrones (A Song of Ice and Fire)The World of Ice & Fire: The Untold History of Westeros and the Game of Thrones Read onlineThe World of Ice & Fire: The Untold History of Westeros and the Game of ThronesBusted Flush wc-19 Read onlineBusted Flush wc-19A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms Read onlineA Knight of the Seven KingdomsNightflyers: The Illustrated Edition Read onlineNightflyers: The Illustrated EditionWild Cards IV Read onlineWild Cards IVPortraits of His Children Read onlinePortraits of His ChildrenDead Mans Hand wc-7 Read onlineDead Mans Hand wc-7Jokers Wild wc-3 Read onlineJokers Wild wc-3The Lonely Songs of Laren Dorr Read onlineThe Lonely Songs of Laren DorrWild Cards III: Jokers Wild Read onlineWild Cards III: Jokers WildA Game of Thrones Enhanced Edition Read onlineA Game of Thrones Enhanced EditionNightflyers & Other Stories Read onlineNightflyers & Other StoriesArmageddon Rag Read onlineArmageddon RagWild Cards: Inside Straight Read onlineWild Cards: Inside StraightA Song for Lya Read onlineA Song for LyaA Dance with Dragons: A Song of Ice and Fire: Book Five Read onlineA Dance with Dragons: A Song of Ice and Fire: Book FiveSong of Fire & Ice 01 - A Game of Thrones Read onlineSong of Fire & Ice 01 - A Game of ThronesDeath Draws Five wc-17 Read onlineDeath Draws Five wc-17Turn of the Cards w-12 Read onlineTurn of the Cards w-12Wild Cards 14 - Marked Cards Read onlineWild Cards 14 - Marked CardsHunter's Run Read onlineHunter's RunThe Glass Flower Read onlineThe Glass FlowerA Clash of Kings asoiaf-2 Read onlineA Clash of Kings asoiaf-2A Game of Thrones 5-Book Bundle: A Song of Ice and Fire Series: A Game of Thrones, A Clash of Kings, A Storm of Swords, A Feast for Crows, and A Dance with Dragons (Song of Ice & Fire) Read onlineA Game of Thrones 5-Book Bundle: A Song of Ice and Fire Series: A Game of Thrones, A Clash of Kings, A Storm of Swords, A Feast for Crows, and A Dance with Dragons (Song of Ice & Fire)Ace In The Hole wc-6 Read onlineAce In The Hole wc-6Suicide Kings wc-20 Read onlineSuicide Kings wc-20Lowball Read onlineLowballAces Abroad wc-4 Read onlineAces Abroad wc-4George R. R. Martin's a Game of Thrones 4-Book Bundle Read onlineGeorge R. R. Martin's a Game of Thrones 4-Book BundleA Feast for Crows asoiaf-4 Read onlineA Feast for Crows asoiaf-4A Game of Thrones asoiaf-1 Read onlineA Game of Thrones asoiaf-1The Mystery Knight ttodae-3 Read onlineThe Mystery Knight ttodae-3Double Solitaire w-10 Read onlineDouble Solitaire w-10Wild Cards 15 - Black Trump Read onlineWild Cards 15 - Black TrumpA Storm of Swords asoiaf-3 Read onlineA Storm of Swords asoiaf-3The Hedge Knight ttodae-1 Read onlineThe Hedge Knight ttodae-1Dreamsongs 2-Book Bundle Read onlineDreamsongs 2-Book BundleThe World of Ice & Fire Read onlineThe World of Ice & FireStarlady & Fast-Friend Read onlineStarlady & Fast-FriendOld Mars Read onlineOld MarsFantasy For Good: A Charitable Anthology Read onlineFantasy For Good: A Charitable AnthologyWild Cards V Read onlineWild Cards VA Dance with Dragons asoiaf-5 Read onlineA Dance with Dragons asoiaf-5Dealer's Choice w-11 Read onlineDealer's Choice w-11The Book of Magic Read onlineThe Book of MagicA Game of Thrones 4-Book Bundle Read onlineA Game of Thrones 4-Book BundleTexas Hold 'Em Read onlineTexas Hold 'EmWildcards wc-1 Read onlineWildcards wc-1Rogues Read onlineRoguesOld Venus Read onlineOld Venus