316 GEORGE R. Poison is a coward's weapon, the king complained. His armor was heavy steel plate, enameled in a dark crimson, greaves and gauntlets inlaid with ornate gold scrollwork. I think he is a giant come among us, here at the end of the world.
His neck was bandaged where he had taken a wound. To His Grace, Stannis of the House Baratheon, he wrote. Then she left in the dead of night, without so much as a by-your-leave. He flew at Toad, knocked him backward over a bench, and landed on his chest with both hands on his throat, slamming his head against the packed earth.
Join the newsletter to receive news, updates, new products and freebies in your inbox.