Letters From the Hills by Dehemi Fabio

  The Ballad of Ser Daemon Sand, the Black Wolf of the North Prologue: The Whisper of Ages Past "Gather 'round, children," the old woman would croak, her voice raspy as winter winds, her ancient hands trembling slightly as she stoked the hearth fire. Embers danced in her weathered eyes, reflecting tales older than stone. "Hear now a tale not of kings crowned or castles taken, but of a man. A man born beneath the scorching sun of Dorne, whose blood bled for the frozen snows of the North. A man they called Ser Daemon Sand, though to the brave and the terrified alike, he was known as the Black Wolf of the North." She paused, her gaze sweeping over the eager faces, a faint, knowing smile playing on her lips. "Some say it is merely a story, but at Daemon's Stand, the stones themselves remember." Chapter 1: The Stranger from the South – Where Loyalty Found its Home He drifted into Winterfell like a phantom carried on the wind, a wandering knight from lan...