Ice Fall: The Avalanche At Castle Black
he ice rushed down the wall face with no warning but a ‘crck crck crck’, a flurry of jagged translucency muffling the last piercing cries of the steward and the maester who soon lay helpless underneath. For Maester Ormon, the steward Urvid, and many other men (but no women) of the Night’s Watch, worse was still to come. Within hours they had…