Game of Thrones: My Pets Evolve Into Dragons

In the filth of Riverrun’s slums, Limpick — an eighteen-year-old pauper with nothing but stale black bread and a rusty dagger — accidentally steps on a dying rat. Golden text flashes before his eyes: [Detected environmental creature: Rat ×1. Evolve into dragon species?] He says yes. What follows is not the story of a hero with a sword. It’s the story of a starving nobody who discovers he can turn ordinary animals into dragons by feeding them the lingering flames of dead dragons. The rat becomes Ember — a black-scaled, golden-eyed beast the size of a warhorse that can already scorch stone with its tail. The white falcon he rescues becomes Plume — a feathered terror with mismatched gold-and-silver eyes and a hunger for ancient power. Together they devour the bones of Vhagar and Caraxes at the bottom of the Gods Eye, loot the residual dragonflame beneath cursed Harrenhal, and set their sights on the one place in Westeros that still holds a mountain of dragonglass: Dragonstone. But dragons draw eyes. The Lord of Light’s priests see holy fire. King Robert’s spies see treason. And Stannis Baratheon’s red priestess sees prophecy. Limpick doesn’t want a throne. He just wants to keep feeding his pets until they stop being “juvenile” and become the real thing. Because in a world that forgot dragons, the only thing more dangerous than a dragon… is the man who can make more of them. A slow-burn, system-powered, dragon-raising epic set in the Game of Thrones universe — where one pauper’s pets are about to rewrite the fate of the Seven Kingdoms, one evolution at a time. (Perfect for fans of The Beginning After The End, Re:Monster, and anyone who ever wondered what would happen if a broke kid in Westeros got a pet evolution system.)