Across the still blue water came the slow steady beat of drums and the soft swish of oars from the galleys. The great cog groaned in their wake, the heavy lines stretched taunt between. Balerion´s sails hung limp, dropping from forlorn from the masts. Yet even so, as she stood upon the forecastle watching her dragons chase each other across a cloudless blue sky, Daenerys Targaryen was as happy as she could ever remember being.
söndag 28 juli 2013
En smakbit på söndag - A Storm of Swords
Min smakbit denna soliga söndag kommer från boken A Storm of Swords av George R.R Martin. Smakbiten är från sidan, 105: