And for the first time in hundreds of years, the night came alive with the music of dragons.
his snores sounded like ducks mating.
Some old wounds never truly heal, and bleed again at the slightest word.
I've been very lucky. There were times when I was afraid I would never sell another book, but I never doubted I'd write another book.
Do the dead frighten you?
He was no dragon, Dany thought, curiously calm. Fire cannot kill a dragon