“Drogon,” she sang out loudly, sweetly, all her fear forgotten. “Dracarys.” The black dragon spread his wings and roared. A lance of swirling dark flame took Kraznys full in the face. His eyes melted and ran down his cheeks, and the oil in his hair and beard burst so fiercely into fire that for an instant the slaver wore a burning crown twice as tall as his head. The sudden stench of charred meat overwhelmed even his perfume, and his wail seemed to drown all other sound.
The object of the game is to checkmate the opponent’s King by placing it under threat of capture which cannot be avoided.
#NOTHING MAKES ME HAPPIER THAN PEOPLE GETTING CHESS METAPHORS RIGHT #the pawn; least powerful piece on the board— but with one wild move and if you get it to the end it can become the most powerful #the bishop; amazing range but can only move on it’s color— a piece that will surprise you #the knight; the irrational piece— hardest to predict #the rook; who guards the king— a long range piece #the king; the ultimate goal— but can’t do the work itself #the queen; the most powerful piece on the board— the only piece that doesn’t emulate it in some way is the knight
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From Winterfell, she thought. I am stronger within the walls of Winterfell.
If they are monsters, so am I.
He came from the sky. The black one. The winged shadow.
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