Chapter 226

Falling from a dragon taller than any giant and smashing into solid ice—if Drogo hadn’t rolled forward the instant he hit the ground, his legs would have shattered for sure.

Even so, he hadn’t bled off enough force. His mind was a haze; his skull had cracked against something hard, and now his head rang as if he’d just downed several barrels of Myrish firewine.

He knew those approaching footsteps belonged to the White Walker, but he couldn’t do anything about it. His body simply wasn’t answering him.