Clearance

With the onset of winter, the songs of ravens fill the sky. As the nights grow darker and the winds blow colder, the maesters and stewards of Weste...

Along the sacred strand of Old Wyk, longships lined the shore as far as the eye could see, their masts thrust up like spears. In the deeper waters ...

"It will not make us glad,” she told him. "There is grief in this message, Ned. I can feel it." . . –George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones. . A Di...