CHAPTER 1 – Birthday Lunch - 31/7/18 “Chur!” said the man lying face down on Sarahmon’s massage table. “Chur. Whu.” Sarahmon ignored the nonsense words spilling forth from her customer. He was one of her regulars, a simpleton who could only speak those two words, which meant he had one up on Hodor. He was a huge guy, all muscle. His back was covered with an intricate tattoo depicting two twin dragons, both yellow to light green in colour, circling each other. The number 754 was tattooed below the dragons. As she worked his back, the dragons appeared to fly. It almost felt like they were moving, alive. Trick of the light, she told herself. “Whu…” he said contentedly as she finished the massage. She had no idea what this man’s name was, but she always referred to him as Dragons. Perhaps Dragons754 if she ever needed to differentiate him from any other nameless simpleton with Dragon tattoos. Dragons sat up and put on his shirt. “Same time next week?” Sarahmon asked. “Whu,” he said with a