"What power can they have if they live in that?" "Heed the wisdom of those who love you best," said Xaro Xhoan Daxos, lounging inside the palanquin. See how it drinks the morning sun? Let us go before it drinks us as well." Ser Jorah Mormont came up beside them. "Blood of my blood," Jhogo said in Dothraki, "this is an evil place, a haunt of ghosts and maegi. The black dragon hissed, smoke seeping out between his sharp teeth.
Even Drogon seemed disquieted by the sight of it.
She understood now why Xaro Xhoan Daxos called it the Palace of Dust. Black tiles covered the palace roof, many fallen or broken the mortar between the stones was dry and crumbling. Long and low, without towers or windows, it coiled like a stone serpent through a grove of black-barked trees whose inky blue leaves made the stuff of the sorcerous drink the Qartheen called shade of the evening.
DAENERYS In this city of splendors, Dany had expected the House of the Undying Ones to be the most splendid of all, but she emerged from her palanquin to behold a grey and ancient ruin.
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