Chapter 322

Escorted by his guards, Drogo hurried back to his chambers, slung the great dragonbone bow across his back, and took up his sheathed Valyrian curved blade—along with the magic sword Dawn.

Just as he was about to step out, the flat floor beneath him suddenly heaved violently, like standing on rolling waves!

At the same time, he felt blistering heat surging up through the soles of his feet, and Dawn in his hand began to tremble fiercely.