Through the purple gloom came Molloqos the Melancholy, borne upon an iron palanquin by four dead Deodands. Above them hung a swollen sun where dark continents of black ash were daily spreading across dying seas of dim red fire. Behind and before the forest loomed, steeped in scarlet shadow. Seven feet tall and black as … Continue reading A Night at the Tarn House by George R.R. Martin