Chapter 233

The Red Mountains were thick with trees and brush. The flaming pitch-barrels had started wildfires, and once the inextinguishable dragonfire joined them, the blaze spread madly in every direction.

For the dead on the battlefield, it might have been a dignified end—burned and returned to the elements—but most corpses never even earned the fire’s notice.

Ash drifted everywhere, swirling through the sky. Vultures crowded the heavens, swooping down again and again to tear at bodies. The sight made Tyrion, riding back on Snowball after scouting ahead, feel his scalp crawl and his whole body shudder.