There has never been any justice in this world, unless you take it into your own hands.
Born a Dothraki, should you live as a savage in the eyes of civilized nations, wandering the Dothraki Sea like a restless spirit, born here and dying here?
Or should you become a mighty ruler, someone people fear to even speak of?
Lorin says: There is a place for me in this game of power. Wherever the iron hooves of my roaring warriors tread, that land is mine.
P.S. I'm no good at writing blurbs. This is a Game of Thrones fanfic. Whether you've read the original or not, give it a try. It costs nothing, after all.
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Please do not imitate.
