”Being Adam Parrish was a complicated thing, a wonder of muscles and organs, synapses and nerves. He was a miracle of moving parts, a study in survival. The most important thing to Adam Parrish, though, had always been free will, the ability to be his own master.”
saw traitors everywhere. So His Grace commanded his alchemists to place caches
of wildfire all over King’s Landing. Beneath Baelor’s Sept and the hovels of
Flea Bottom, under stables and storehouses, at all seven gates, even in the
cellars of the Red Keep itself.
My Sworn Brothers were all away, you see, but
Aerys liked to keep me close. I was my father’s son, so he did not trust me.
traitors want my city”, I heard him tell Rossart the alchemist, “But I’ll give
them naught but ashes. Let Robert be king over charred bones and cooked meat.”
thought the fire would transform him … that he would rise again, reborn as
a dragon, and turn all his enemies to ash.
Ned Stark was racing south with Robert’s van,
but my father’s forces reached the city first.
It fell to
me to hold the Red Keep against my own father, but I knew we were lost.
your father’s head, if you are no traitor.” Aerys would have no yielding. Lord
Rossart was with him. I knew what that meant. King Aerys was about to burn
the whole city and every living being within its walls. “Burn them all”, he screamed.
Then I slew him.
“From the passenger seat, Ronan began to swear at Adam. It was a long, involved swear, using every forbidden word possible, often in compound-word form. As Adam stared at his lap, penitent, he mused that there was something musical about Ronan when he swore, a careful and loving precision to the way he fit the words together, a black-painted poetry. It was far less hateful sounding than when he didn’t swear.
Ronan finished with, “For the love of … Parrish, take some care, this is not your mother’s 1971 Honda Civic.”
Adam lifted his head and said, “They didn’t start making the Civic until ’73.”