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Ash and Aziz devour this new Winds of Winter chapter as if it were a 12 foot tall lemon cake. A 12 foot tall lemon cake threatened by a pimply gingerlad. Like so many of the Alayne chapters, and anything at all to do with Littlefinger, there are major political implications, and of course, sneaky references and clues… many of them. Gather round and put on your plotting caps and enjoy Alayne I from The Winds of Winter. Listen to the rest of our Winds of Winter coverage here.
Four-and-sixty knights had been invited to vie for places amongst Lord Robert Arryn’s new Brotherhood of Winged Knights, and four and-sixty knights had come to tilt for the right to wear falcon’s wings upon their warhelms and guard their lord.
Men old enough to have known Jon Arryn in his youth said Ser Harrold had his look, she knew. He had a mop of sandy blond hair, pale blue eyes, an aquiline nose.
Robb would be his age, if he were still alive, she could not help but think, but Robb died a king, and this is just a boy.
Alayne loved it here. She felt alive again, for the first time since her father…since Lord Eddard Stark had died.
History of Westeros analyzes the fifth pre-release chapter from The Winds of Winter, widely regarded as the best of the bunch. George gives us something that is somehow dark, controversial and satisfying all at the same time. We peel off all the layers to find all the references and details you might have missed. This was released in 2014. You can now listen to our 2021 coverage here. We have also released an audio play production of this chapter!
She woke with a gasp, not knowing who she was, or where. The smell of blood was heavy in her nostrils… or was that her nightmare, lingering? She had dreamed of wolves again, of running through some dark pine forest with a great pack at her hells, hard on the scent of prey.
On stage, Bobono was bargaining with Marro’s sinister Stranger. He had a big voice for such a little man, and he made it ring off the highest rafters now. “Give me the cup,” he told the Stranger, “for I shall drink deep. And if it tastes of gold and lion’s blood, so much the better. As I cannot be the hero, let me be the monster, and lesson them in fear in place of love.”
The gods have given me a gift.