Ravenaelwood

TBOV: PROLOGUE: Stranglehold

PROLOGUE: Stranglehold

An Excerpt from The Annals of the Green Triumph, penned by Archmaester Vaelor in the Reign of King Aegon II Targaryen

“Of wars unlooked for, it is said: Fortune’s wheel turns swiftest when pride and grievance compel great powers to folly.”

It was in the waning days of that fateful year—under the last moon, as the snows began to drift upon the Crownlands—that envoys from the lagoon city of Braavos passed ben...

Update

Need sleep. I'll post the prologue for Book Two when I wake up. I keep messing up the final edits and it's driving me crazy.

TGW: EPILOGUE: Casus Belli (End of Book One)

EPILOGUE: Casus Belli (End of Book One)

"Survival is the ability to swim in strange water."

―Bene Gesserit Teaching

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In the twilight hours, when shadows stretched long across Braavos’s famed canals, an unsettling hush blanketed the lagoon. Word had spread all day—by gondoliers whispering into each other’s ears, by shopkeepers recounting bizarre rumors to their last customers, by fishermen docking along the Purple Harb...

AD: Chapter One

Chapter One

Pain hauled me back to consciousness as though by a corroded hook through my flesh. The first true impression was the cold—clinical, uncaring, the sort that creeps into one’s bones. My eyes fluttered open, yet the world remained blurred in that diseased glow of greens and yellows. The walls around me curved in disquieting ways, half-organic and limned by flickering shadows. An acrid tang polluted the air, reminiscent of chemicals left to rot in glass crucibles.

I...

AD: Prologue

Prologue

I came to myself by degrees, first assailed by a foul admixture of odours—burnt oil, putrefying flesh, and some tang of metal that defied ready definition. Even as I gagged, I felt coarse refuse crinkle beneath me, and the deep pounding in my skull seemed to echo throughout my limbs. I blinked in the dim half-light falling through a grate above, wrestling with the question of where I might be.

All around me lay an alley that felt more fever dream than reality: a crook...

Arcane Disorder

Imma just gonna post this while I'm at it.

Synopsis:

Jaeyun Han is, by all accounts, a good man. He is also a stubborn man, unyielding as iron run through with rust—though goodness and obstinance, in Silco’s Undercity, are afflictions best kept hidden. 

Alas, whilst brilliant, only a few could say our young transmigrator had much claim to wisdom.

TGW: Volume TWO

To the moon!

TGW: Volume One Cover

We are ending Volume one now. Moving on to greater things!

TGW: EPILOGUE: The Prince’s Tourney

EPILOGUE: The Prince’s Tourney

"No man is so accursed as the kinslayer."

―Eddard Stark

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Jeyne had spent much of her life in the austerity of the Eyrie, perched high above the clouds where the winds rattled the moon doors and courtyards. A place of clarity and isolation. Yet never had she felt so remote from ordinary life as she did now, seated on the dais at the Red Keep’s grand feast in King’s Landing. Every sparkle ...

TGW: Chapter Fifty: Coda(Pt. 3)

Chapter Fifty: Coda(Pt. 3)

Garren could hear the rumble long before he saw Vermithor. It was a sound deeper than distant thunder, reverberating off the cavern walls beneath Dragonstone. The passages were chiseled from ancient, volcanic stone, and their shadows seemed endless, devouring what little light the torches offered. In front of him, Prince Aemond’s tall figure led the way, his step sure-footed upon the uneven ground, while Rowenna walked to his left. The prince had said litt...

TGW: Chapter Fifty: Coda(Pt. 2)

Chapter Fifty: Coda(Pt. 2)

Present Day

Rowenna felt the salt wind whip her hair as Vhagar descended through ragged clouds, vast wings beating thunder from the sky. Beneath her, the old beast’s scales were rough as river-stone, her hide gleaming slate-gray in the half-light. Rowenna’s heart battered against her ribs, not from fear—after five years in Prince Aemond’s orbit, she had learned to master that—but from the overwhelming presence of the ancient ...

TGW: Chapter Fifty: Coda (Pt. 1)

Chapter Fifty: Coda(Pt. 1)

Five Years Ago

The girl was fourteen the night her father sold her.

She had known it was coming. In the days leading up to it, his temper had grown shorter, his hands heavier, the smell of ale ever-present on his breath. He had lost again—at dice, at cards, at life—and when the men with hard eyes and harder fists came knocking, he had no coin to give them. Only her.

Rowenna had been quiet as they took her, as her father...

TGW: Chapter Forty-Nine: Flee!

Chapter Forty-Nine: Flee!

"What is there for me in Westeros but death?"

―Tyrion Lannister

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Rhaenyra Targaryen stood by the high windows of the Sea-Dragon Tower, gazing out over a churning grey sea. Dawn had barely touched the sky, yet every corridor of Dragonstone thrummed with footsteps and anxious whispers. The small council had gathered in the antechamber behind her—lords of old houses, captains of her fleet, and a handful of trus...

TGW: Chapter Forty-Eight: The Butchering

Chapter Forty-Eight: The Butchering

"Only death can pay for life."

―Mirri Maz Duur

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Daeron’s breath came fast and shallow as Tessarion alighted upon the wet sand, her talons sinking into the brine-soaked shore. His heart thundered against his ribs, the taste of salt on his tongue as he surveyed the scene before him. Vhagar loomed over Caraxes, and the Blood Wyrm writhed beneath her pinned claw, both wings twisted at impossible angles...

TGW: Chapter Forty-Seven: The Duel

Chapter Forty-Seven: The Duel

“To suspect your own mortality is to know the beginning of terror. To learn irrefutably that you are mortal is to know the end of terror.”

— Frank Herbert, Dune Messiah

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The chill off the Narrow Sea gnawed at Daemon’s bones as he and Lucerys crossed Rook’s Rest’s outer courtyard. Dawn’s light crept in sluggishly, turning the battlements a pale, sickly gold. The sun should have cast warmth, but ...

Chapter Forty-Six: The Butcher’s Terms (PT. 2)

Chapter Forty-Six: The Butcher’s Terms (PT. 2)

Lucerys had never liked silence. Too much space for thinking. And thinking, in times like these, was a dangerous thing.

The fog still clung to the dips and hollows of the land, reluctant to part, as if even the mist itself had the good sense to hesitate before stepping onto this field. Rook’s Rest lay behind him, its walls crouched low in the distance like an old dog waiting to see who came out of this mess alive. Before him, op...

Chapter Forty-Six: The Butcher’s Terms (PT. 1)

Chapter Forty-Six: The Butcher’s Terms (PT. 1)

“When I am weaker than you, I ask for freedom because that is according to your principles. When I am stronger than you, I take away your freedom because that is according to my principles.”

— Frank Herbert, Children of Dune

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The morning mist had yet to fully burn away, lingering in the hollows between hills and creeping in from the pines like half-formed wraiths. The grass beneath D...

TGW: Chapter Forty-Five: A Gathering of Foes

Chapter Forty-Five: A Gathering of Foes

"We march to victory, or we march to defeat. But we go forward. Only forward."

―Stannis Baratheon

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Daemon leaned against the battlements, hands resting on the cool, damp stone. The salt-laden wind tugged at his cloak, stirred the silver of his hair as he gazed out over the endless stretch of water. The waves rolled and heaved beneath a sky the color of old iron, their white crests breaking agains...

TGW: Chapter Forty-Four: A Gathering of Heirs

Chapter Forty-Four: A Gathering of Heirs

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Cont. from INTERLUDE(True Power)

The older prince watched as his younger sibling fiddled with a stick, drawing squiggles in the soft earth. “...So, will you tell me?” the boy said in the end. “Is it true?”

“Is what true?”

“I’ve heard rumours. From the dragonkeepers in the Pit. Some say you dabble in old Valyrian magic. Is that how ...