The blasting line of force struck Devers' chest in an accurate blaze of destruction \endash that bounced harmlessly off his personal shield in sparkling spicules of light. All men must die, Dany agreed, but not for a long while, we may pray. I was, too. Yet even so, as shestood upon the forecastle watching her dragons chase each other acrossa cloudless blue sky, Daenerys Targaryen was as happy as she could everremember being.
There was only the one Grenncarried, the flames rising from it like pale orange silks. That sounds more like me, said Tormund. I know, Dany said. How far off? demanded Indbur, tensely.
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