"Countless furious people, hundreds of thousands, armed with anything they could find."
"Torches, pitchforks, hammers, kitchen knives... They surged toward the Dragonpit like an unstoppable black tide."
"The Gold Cloaks, who usually strutted about so arrogantly, were terrified out of their wits. They had never seen a crowd so frenzied. Many dropped their weapons and ran."
"Dragonpit's gates were battered open. The roar of dragons came from within, their howls shaking the entire hill. Dragonfire swept out,
sweeping across the front ranks. The people at the very front vanished in an instant."
"No one retreated. The people's fury burned hotter and more wildly than dragonfire. They surged forward one after another, swearing to slay the beasts."
"A golden dragon swooped down from the sky—Syrax, Rhaenyra Targaryen's golden dragon."
"A brave Warrior of the Faith charged forward, carrying a black longsword that gleamed with an unusual light in the fire.
With a roar, he slashed Syrax's wing. But the next moment, golden dragonfire swallowed him whole."
"The sword fell to the ground with a clang."
"I recognized it. It was Lament, the Valyrian Steel Sword we had seized from the traitor William Royce."
"I didn't think. My body moved on its own, and I rushed toward the sword. The scorching flames seared my skin, but I didn't care. I picked it up."
Jarell's breathing grew heavy as he tightened his grip on the sword. It really was a Valyrian Steel Sword, the ancestral sword of one of the Vale's great noble houses. No, it belonged to me now.
It belonged to House Legg.
"I dodged a deadly blast of dragonfire and closed in, slashing at Syrax's massive leg, covered in golden scales."
"The Valyrian Steel Sword sliced through the dragon's scales. Scalding dragon's blood gushed out and splattered all over me.