It is a grim time. With dark whispers beyond the wall, five kings war in the south, and the last dragon rising in the east. Few could spare a moment to look toward the sky as a new star fell to the land. Maesters tear through their archives searching for answers and Lords find new troubles at their door. For many, it is an omen both good and ill a sign of great change in the world

When it becomes possible to travel between nineteenth-century Earth and Westeros, Britain needs its finest to represent it at King Robert's court. Who better to call than Sir Harry Flashman? (Actually, almost anybody else would do, but he's burdened with his reputation.)

What if HP Lovecraft wrote A Song of Ice and Fire? It might look something like this...