As Arya crossed the yard to the bathhouse, she spied a raven circling down toward the rookery, and wondered where it had come from and what message it carried. Might be it’s from Robb, come to say it wasn’t true about Bran and Rickon. She chewed on her lip, hoping. If I had wings I could fly back to Winterfell and see for myself. And if it was true, I’d just fly away, fly up past the moon and the shining stars, and see all the things in Old Nan’s stories, dragons and sea monsters and the Titan of Braavos, and maybe I wouldn’t ever fly back unless I wanted to.
She refused to say the girl’s name.
When you try to think of a word and can only remember it in another language.
"To Winterfell we pledge the faith of Greywater"
This is my piece for the upcoming LTD Gallery art show “Winter Is Coming” a tribute to the “A Song of Ice and Fire” books - We were asked to portray the characters as they are in the books and make no likenesses based on the show “Game of Thrones.” So I did the Reeds, Meera and Jojen. In the books Meera uses a trident and a net to fish instead of a bow and arrow to hunt.
The show opens March 1st. It will be presented by George R. R. Martin himself and will be a part of Emerald City Comic Con!
I am the unreliable narrator of my own story.
Why can’t we not be sober? I just want to start this over.
Why can’t we drink forever? I just want to start this over.
I am just a worthless liar. I am just an imbecile.
I will only complicate you. Trust in me and fall as well.
I need to get to know the place again, breathe it in –
feel every quiver of its beating heart. x