Can’t call to mom, can’t say a word.
You’re gonna die screaming, but you won’t be heard.
but there were other things that lived in the woods.
Evil things, like stags and wolves -
they could hear them howling in the night.
A fountain of burning jade rose from the river, the blast so bright he had to shield his eyes. Plumes of fire thirty and forty feet high danced upon the waters, crackling and hissing. For a few moments they washed out the screams. There were hundreds in the water, drowning or burning or doing a little of both. Do you hear them shrieking, Stannis? Do you see them burning? This is your work as much as mine.
