'Zdravo, djeco. Budući da se bliži emitiranje četvrte sezone HBO-ova serijala 'Igra prijestolja', mislim da je vrijeme da dam čitateljima novi okus nastavka knjiga. To je zapravo poglavlje koje sam napisao davno ranije, ali nije zasad nigdje objavljeno.'

Poglavlje naslovljeno 'Milost', počinje ovako:

'She woke with a gasp, not knowing who she was, or where.

The smell of blood was heavy in her nostrils… or was that her nightmare, lingering? She had dreamed of wolves again, of running through some dark pine forest with a great pack at her hells, hard on the scent of prey.

Half-light filled the room, grey and gloomy. Shivering, she sat up in bed and ran a hand across her scalp. Stubble bristled against her palm. I need to shave before Izembaro sees. Mercy, I’m Mercy, and tonight I’ll be raped and murdered. Her true name was Mercedene, but Mercy was all anyone ever called her…

Except in dreams. She took a breath to quiet the howling in her heart, trying to remember more of what she’d dreamt, but most of it had gone already. There had been blood in it, though, and a full moon overhead, and a tree that watched her as she ran.'

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