Bandicle
- LECTURAS 2,648
- Votos 30
- Partes 43
Lexa: I'm not dead. I'm not. I'm locked in this stupid cell! Cersei thinks she can contain me, thinks the throne is hers. Well, it's not. I'm getting out of here... but how?
Winter is coming. The fight for the Iron Throne is rising with the Heda dead, though it is the least of our problems with a death wave on the horizon. Those on the Ark are the only ones safe, safe in space from War and The Apocalypse. The death wave is coming and the Coalition is falling apart. But somehow, we will survive.