Mar 10, 2024
"Queen Daenerys must enter alone, or not at all."
Daenerys Targaryen as depicted in the Finnish special edition of A Clash of Kings illustrated by Petri Hiltunen.
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"Queen Daenerys must enter alone, or not at all."
Daenerys Targaryen as depicted in the Finnish special edition of A Clash of Kings illustrated by Petri Hiltunen.
day 2 ^ intelligence & perceptiveness | for danyweek2025 on twt
When she stopped, she found herself in yet another dank stone chamber . . . but this time the door opposite was round, shaped like an open mouth, and Pyat Pree stood outside in the grass beneath the trees. “Can it be that the Undying are done with you so soon?” he asked in disbelief when he saw her.
“So soon?” she said, confused. “I’ve walked for hours, and still not found them.”
“You have taken a wrong turning. Come, I will lead you.” Pyat Pree held out his hand.
Dany hesitated. There was a door to her right, still closed . . .
“That’s not the way,” Pyat Pree said firmly, his blue lips prim with disapproval. “The Undying Ones will not wait forever.”
“Our little lives are no more than a flicker of a moth’s wing to them,” Dany said, remembering.
“Stubborn child. You will be lost, and never found.”
She walked away from him, to the door on the right.
“No,” Pyat screeched. “No, to me, come to me, to meeeeeee.” His face crumbled inward, changing to something pale and wormlike.
48_Choque de reyes_Daenerys IV
—Cogedla y bebed —indicó Pyat Pree.
—¿Se me pondrán los labios azules?
—Con un trago bastará para destaparos los oídos y disolver la membrana que os cubre los ojos; así podréis oír y ver las verdades que se os van a presentar.
Dany se llevó la copa a los labios. El primer sorbo le supo a tinta y a carne podrida, nauseabundo, pero cuando lo tragó sintió como si cobrara vida dentro de ella. Fue como si unos tentáculos se extendieran por el interior de su pecho, como si unos dedos de fuego se le enroscaran al corazón, y se le llenó la lengua de sabor a miel y a anís y a crema, a leche de madre y a la semilla de Drogo, a carne roja, a sangre caliente y a oro fundido. Eran todos los sabores que había conocido, y a la vez no era ninguno de ellos... y de pronto la copa estuvo vacía.
—Ahora ya podéis entrar —indicó el brujo.
A CLASH OF KINGS, CHAPTER TWELVE — DAENERYS I
Daenerys Targaryen decides to follow the red comet deep into the red waste to protect her newborn dragons. Many of her khalasar die before they find shelter in a ruined city. There, Ser Jorah Mormont tells her about his second wife, Lynesse Hightower. While her people rest, Daenerys sends her three bloodriders to scout, and Jhogo returns with three strangers from the great city of Qarth.
Daenerys covers for the A Clash of Kings comics
1) Cover for Issue #7 by Mike Miller
2) Cover for Issue #7 by Mel Rubi
3) Cover for Issue #14 by Mike Miller
4) Cover for Issue #14 by Mel Rubi
5) Cover for Volume 2 Issue #4 by Mel Rubi
6) Cover for Volume 2 Issue #6 by Mike Miller
7) Cover for Volume 2 Issue #6 by Mel Rubi
8) Cover for Volume 2 Issue #11 by Mike Miller
9) Cover for Volume 2 Issue #11 by Mel Rubi
Magic User Slapfight: Round .5
Pyat Pree vs. Shiera Seastar
Pyat
Shiera
Pyat: art from Fantasy Flight Games, AWOIAF Page
Shiera: art by cosmiart, AWOIAF Page
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Daenerys Targaryen in Game of Thrones 2.07: "A Man Without Honor"
"Thirteen is a bad number, Khaleesi." — Jhiqui
Daenerys Targaryen Appreciation Month
Day 10 → Cute, Soft and Silly Dany Moments
When Dany is urged to drink Shade of the Evening, she hesitates because she doesn't want her lips to turn blue like the warlocks:
When they reached the door—a tall oval mouth, set in a wall fashioned in the likeness of a human face—the smallest dwarf Dany had ever seen was waiting on the threshold. He stood no higher than her knee, his faced pinched and pointed, snoutish, but he was dressed in delicate livery of purple and blue, and his tiny pink hands held a silver tray. Upon it rested a slender crystal glass filled with a thick blue liquid: shade of the evening, the wine of warlocks. "Take and drink," urged Pyat Pree. "Will it turn my lips blue?" - Daenerys IV, A Clash of Kings