Dany wakes just before dawn.
She’s slept, yeah. But that sleep hasn’t been empty. In her dream, Dany’s head slowly filled with words – but the words were a kind of fire.
It was a dream about Zeke.
Dany barely ever dreams about Darling-Holmes anymore – at least, not dreams that she can remember. Or, maybe it is this: in her dreams, Darling-Holmes, the source of her night terrors, is made so strange, so surreal, it’s hard to connect the dream up to the real place, to the real people, to the waking world.
And this dream was strange. The dream felt like it came from somewhere outside of her, like a message from another world.
In the dream, Dany was stuck on top of a pole – like one of those medieval hermits. Pillar saints, they called them. The pole was so tall that there was no ge
