Elizabeth Jones
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****I'm back!!! Thank you all so much for your anticipation, and all your support during the escape! Happy Reading, Dear Readers!**** -------------------- POV: Brynden Arena of Contenders. Year 290, the ninth day of the first moon. On the second day of the competition. Eighth finals, sixth and final round of the third round. The morning after a drunken Knight, Four-Eyes prevailed in the second round... ------- It was the last race to reach the semi-finals. The tension built up on Brynden's…-
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POV: Haymitch the Drunker Arena of Contenders. Roughly three hours after a Night's Watch took the first semi-finalist spot in the first round... ------- It was the fourth heat of the second round. Of the sixty-four contestants in that round, only eight remained. One contestant had to prevail in all six heats to reach the semifinals. The first three challenges had been almost a piece of cake. Haymitch couldn't even explain how that Gyllen of Grafton (his last opponent) made it through the second…
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*****Dear faithful, knowledge-hungry readers, I have some news. Good for me, and annoying for you.... I'll rip off the band-aid right away. Bad News: until the end of the month I will not be publishing any new chapters of Paladin of Old Gods. Good News (Mainly for me): These past two weeks I have been thunderstruck by flashes of inspiration for a new original story (Not Fanfiction). Unfortunately, due to my monetising and subsisting job, I don't have the time and energy to work on both. I have…
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****Happy New Year, dear readers! I wanted to publish this yesterday, but I couldn't make it in time. I hope the chapter is worth the wait. Happy Reading!**** ----- POV: Duncan Tallhart House competitors marquee, Tournament Arena. About a quarter mile away from the Barrowgate. Year 290 BC, the eighth day of the first moon. About a day and a half after the detailed report of a Drunkard. One hour before the start of the Tournament... ------- "Is everything clear, Ser Henry? For the sake of…
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****Merry Christmas, Dear Readers! As promised, a gift chapter for you! Happy reading and happy festivities!***** __________ POV: Tytos Blackwood In a small street on the Silk Road. Year 290, the sixth day of the first moon. Three days before the start of the Tournament... (The Morning after the conclusion of the Auction) -------------------- "I am glad you have chosen to walk this road with me, cousin. It is from the day I set foot in the northern lands that I have wished to speak to you...…
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*****Forgive me for the delay, dear readers. I am currently working as an errand boy and the Christmas period is... simply hell. I will try to publish a new chapter for Christmas and New Year. Once the war of Santa's assistants in the pay of Amazon is over, I will resume at the usual pace. Happy Reading! P.S. Tip for readers.... Never get too attached to the pets of the Asoiaf world. ***** POV: Benfred Tallhart Silk Road, Kings' District, near the mansion used to house House Lannister. The…
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POV: Sandor Clegane The Singing Maiden. About a minute after a ravenous pack of trouble raided the tavern's best table... ------ 'He's less than fifty paces away from me and my sword... What the fuck am I waiting for?' Thought the Hound, spitting blazing fire from his eyes, aimed at the source of all his misfortunes. The remaining members of the festive table, filled with alcoholic food and frivolous giggles, did not seem to notice anything. A couple of the waitresses had allowed themselves to be…
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POV: Eliot Flint At a table in the middle of The Singing Maiden. While 'A Rose of Gold' was sung by the Maiden named Charlotte... ------ Eliot was once again amazed by the charm and warm simplicity of that Tavern. He was having just another lovely evening in the company of his new friends and squires of the same age, Jerha and Garoan. Jerha Ged was the son of a family of minor knights of White Harbor and personal squire to Lord Wyman Manderly, and Garoan, though not of noble birth, was the…
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*****I apologise for those who read the chapter with a missing part. I have tried to rectify this as soon as possible. Happy Reading!**** -------- POV: Blade Two At a table in the corner of the Singing Maiden. Seconds after a drunkard called for a toast... ----- That Haymitch was a genuine screw-up... Blade Two was still sceptical that this staggering man, with his guard mostly down and perpetually drunk, could give him a run for his money in a 1 vs 1 fight. But, if Instructor Sergeant Ramas…
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POV: The Scarred Man In a Tavern on the Silk Road. Year 290, the seventh day of the first moon. About two days after an Auction ended... ------- The mug was empty again. To Sandor, it seemed to have lasted less than the first... The stout was decent, there was no denying it, but it was fucking expensive. In times of peace, four copper stars for a pint was simply robbery. But then again, this was the most affordable tavern in the new town full of fucking rich people. Sandor grabbed the…
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