Game of Thrones: Tale of the Red Wolf-Chapter 14After two days of hard riding, they had finally caught up to the party. Through rain and cold they had kept up their pursuit through the Mountains of the Moon, forsaking both food and rest. Now they lay on their stomachs overlooking the campsite where the small band relaxed, serenaded by their resident singer. By some of the looks on their faces, especially Ser Rodrik who hated singers, he wasn’t making many friends.
“So aside from your mother, the captives and the singer, that leaves seven and all of them look like they know what they are doing with their weapons.” Renly said softly.
“Well, we do have one thing on our side. Along with Ser Rodrik, three of those men have the colors of House Bracken of Stone Hedge and the man with the morning star is a knight of House Wode. The Bracken’s are sworn to the Tully’s and the Wode’s are sworn to House Whent. I don’t think they’ll attack the grandson of their liege lords. Which just leaves
The Strongest Man of the Night's Watch“Halder is the strongest man of the Night’s Watch. As a builder he is always pulling ice blocks for the Wall. Not that I mind, but I can’t do such thing. My muscles are as effective as my smile” Dolorous Edd alleged, holding his cup of wine. The dinner had finished a long ago, but many brothers were still celebrating the Name Day of Jon Snow. Wine and beer were everywhere on the tables.
“I bet for Grenn. I’ve seen him lifting a sack of potatoes bigger than Jon with just one arm… And, as far as I know, it is not the only big thing he can lift easily.” Satin said laughing, and giving a soft push to Pyp, who was sitting next to him. Just few brothers understood him. “What do you think, Pyp? Is your Aurochs stronger than Halder, or would you bet for a builder’s arms? He added with a naughty giggle. Pyp was in unbeatable mood, so, he laughed, clear and hig
The Song of Pyp VI. Jealousy“Do you believe in destiny, My lord?” Melisandre’s silk dress waved like a flame as she stood on the top of the merlons of Castle Black, next to Lord Commander.
“No.” Jon’s answer was immediate.
“Sure. You don’t.” Even the voice of the red woman seemed made by fire “But you’re still young. Some things must happen to us for a greater purpose if The Lord of Light commands it. Have you ever considered that some persons are meant to be together, for example?”
Jon frowned. Some moons ago, he used to think that Ygritte and him were not just a coincidence, that there was something else behind their love. Maybe then, the word destiny would mean something to him, but now, she was lost and his heart was broken, just like the rest of the things that he once loved. The mere idea of destiny was just a cruel joke of gods.
Game of Thrones: S06E10 Winds of Winter ReviewHoly fucking shit.
After watching the season finale, those where the only three words at the top of my head. I’ll say it again--holy fucking shit…
That was an awesome way to end the season, and it was loads better than what happened last year in season 5, where everyone’s arc ended on a cliffhanger, whether it was Sansa, Theon, Stannis, Daenerys, Cersei, or Arya (I left Jon out because everyone saw Jon’s resurrection coming from 9001 miles away), and that made it extremely unsatisfying to watch.
Season 6’s finale on the other hand, oh man...
Warning spoilers ahead.
In addition to spoilers, there's also a potentially offensive, anti-Robert, anti-"Rhaegar kidnapped and raped Lyanna" rant from a very militant Rhaegar/Lyanna shipper.
It begins in King’s Landing, with Cersei, Margaery, and Tommen all preparing for the upcoming trial while a soft, beautif
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“His dagger was out, poised at her throat. “Sing, little bird. Sing for your little life.”