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Game of Thrones: Tale of the Red Wolf-Chapter 15
As the sun began its descent towards the horizon, the path finally began to narrow and enter a small valley, forcing the party into a long line, three men wide. Torrhen was between Tyrion and Renly, while Bronn, Ser Rodrik and Ser Willis were placed ahead of them and at the front rode his mother with Ser Donnel and his squire. The minstrel, thankfully, was much further back.
“How much further do we have to travel? Not that I’m complaining, mind you, but I find myself losing feeling in my legs and would like to dismount at our destination with some dignity.” Tyrion asked, visibly grimacing after spending so much time in the saddle over so much rough terrain.
“Not much farther, my lord.” Ser Donnel replied with authority. “The Bloody Gate is just up ahead.” Then, as the party rounded a wide corner and true to Ser Donnel’s word, the Bloody Gate came into view. While not impressive to the eyes, the squat fortification was well placed. Any arm
Game of Thrones: The White Dragon - Chapter 5
As the party departed town, laden with fresh supplies, spirits were high. The weather was fair and the journey had up to this point been uneventful. And yet, Vaelon remained strangely withdrawn. When asked, he would brush their concerns aside and say that it was only nervousness about the tourney. This continued for the next few days until the party made camp on the northern banks of the Wendwater River. While the girls prepared the camp site, Vaelon and Asher set off into the forest to gather firewood. Once they were far enough away to avoid eavesdropping, Asher made his move.
“Alright, Vaelon. What’s going on?”
“What do you mean, Asher?”
“You know what I mean. You have barely said anything to me or the girls since we left Summerhall. Something’s bothering you and it’s not the tourney. Now, what is it?”
“It’s…it’s nothing, Asher.”
“The hell it is. I know you better than that and t
Game of Thrones: Tale of the Red Wolf-Chapter 14
After 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.
Winds of Winter (fanfic)
Sam wet his finger and turned the page, tasting the previous one as he did so. He'd finally found the tome he was looking for after two whole weeks of searching: "An Account of the Tourney's of Westeros, Being the Twelfth Volume, written in the year 282 AC."
Not exactly a catchy title.
What it held however, confirmed a suspicion from his previous night's study, as the candles burned low and messages from Gilly kept appearing in the hands of wordless, robed servants of The Citadel.
Little Sam won't take the teat, broth, or mashed fruit, and he asks for his Father. When will we see you again? None of the servants will talk to me. I worry about my Big Sam. All of them were variations on that.
Sam licked his finger and turned another page. His eyes were nearly falling out of his head from tiredness, but he was close now. The story was connecting. Mages and maesters may be too pious to see it, and merel
Game of Thrones: S06E10 Winds of Winter Review
Holy 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
Game of Thrones:S6E9 Battle of the Bastards Review
It’s here! It’s finally here!
We’ve finally gotten to the highly anticipated, long awaited Snowbowl/Bastardbowl! I’m so excited, this is what I’ve been waiting for since Jon and Sansa reunited and decided to fight for Winterfell, finally, after what felt like years (and you know what they say about waiting, the more you want something, the longer it feels)...it's finally here!
Remember last year when everyone thought Hardhome was the best episode of a lacklustre season? I think this is the Hardhome of season 6 (except season 6 beats 5 any day), unless something even more amazing happens next week.
Warning: spoilers ahead.
But before I can talk about the Snowbowl/Bastardbowl, I gotta talk about the opening scene in Meereen. Turns out I was wrong in my previous review about Dany and Drogon obliterating the slave masters' ships offscreen. It's one of the fe
Game of Thrones: S06E08 No One Review
All right, we've all seen the preview for episode 9, Battle of the Bastards, where we will finally get the long awaited Snowbowl/Bastardbowl. It looks epic, Jon and Sansa's disagreements continue, and this time Sansa thinks he's underestimating Ramsay, Davos sees the place they burnt Shireen, Ramsay's looking smug as hell, and I can't wait for Jon to wipe that smirk off his face, and then after Jon beats him, he stabs him and I hope he tells Ramsay "the Starks sent their regards." I'm pretty sure the trailer was enough to make everyone, book readers and show only watchers alike, nerdgasm.
So to get to that episode, let's get through this one. Yes, there are spoilers.
It opens in Braavos with Lady Crane finishing up another performance, this time as an angry Cersei after Joffrey meets his untimely demise. When her part's over, she goes backstage to find a bleeding Arya, so she repays the girl for saving her li
Game of Thrones: Tale of the Red Wolf-Chapter 13
The road to King’s Landing was similar to the road to the Wall, in that there were long stretches of absolutely nothing between the scattered holdfasts and inns. But unlike the journey to the Wall, the weather gradually improved. So much so that by the time the party crossed in the northern Riverlands, Torrhen found himself laying out under the stars without the need for a blanket to keep warm. Along with the weather, he also found himself becoming more accustomed to entering Rhaegar’s mind. He could only do it while he slept, but the ability started to become as natural as putting on a glove. He began to feel at home in the mind of his companion and if Rhaegar ever noticed, he gave no inclination. It was an exhilarating feeling to allow himself to become a creature of the wild, answering only to the whims of nature. He recognized, however, just how easy it would be to simply forget his other form. To stay as the wolf forever. But to do so would most likely mean that he wou
Game of Thrones: S06E07 The Broken Man Review
Warning: spoilers ahead.
This episode doesn't open the show Game of Thrones usually does. Instead of having the kickass opening theme play straight away, it opens with some people building a sept before the camera turns to the Hound carrying a log (I'm pretty sure most fans aren't that surprised about this, especially book fans, I mean...you knew the Hound would never die by Brienne's hand; you knew he'd turn up sometime later), then it gets to the opening sequence. I guess they didn't want us to see Rory McCann's name in the opening credits. Funnily enough, I don't really pay that much attention to the credits in the intro, I'm too busy staring at the 3D animated map of Planetos that pans from King's Landing to Winterfell to the Wall, with all those castles springing into action. I'm usually playing spot the differences with myself when I do that, I ask myself if the map for this episode is different than the map for previous episodes, 'cause it changes from time to time
The Song of Pyp V. Pride
Next morning, Cotter Pyke in person called the Aurochs.
The commander of Eastwatch was a rough man, perfect for the roughest fortress of the Wall. His voice was still happy and full of pride when he talked to Grenn.
“I’ve asked Tattersalt, and he’s told me everything. You’ve been our best ranger, boy, and the Thenns are not a menace anymore. Hopefully, no renegade wildlings will advance to our Wall section for a while. Well done, son.” Pyke had grown fond of Grenn in a short amount of time, and the old ranger smiled to the Aurochs, pointing a pile of massive chests which laid on the floor. “I’ve heard that Stannis Baratheon will advance to south, but, as a token of good will to the Watch, he had sent us some weapons from his personal armory. Come on and choose your favorite.”
Grenn observed the loot and his eyes landed on a long battle axe, taller than himself. It was made of the purest st
Game of Thrones: S06E06 Blood Of My Blood Review
Warning: spoilers ahead.
We begin where we left off. Meera's carrying Bran and running as fast as she can. While she runs, a series of images, or more precisely clips go through Bran's mind, they're clips of the past, like alchemists making wildfire, Aerys the Mad King yelling "burn them all, Jaime stabbing Aerys, the present, like Bran's fall, Ned's execution, the Red Wedding, Dany hatching her dragons, the White Walker attack at Hardhome (so Bran sees things he did not originally witness), and the future, like dragons flying over King's Landing (Dany hype!). Those wights are catching up, and Meera's growing more and more weary. The show takes this to its logical conclusion--Meera tires outand she stops, the wights start closing in...but wait! Some guy in black on a horse comes to their rescue. The new guy in a black hood has a flaming flail for a weapon and he kills all the wights.
Let's not drag this out any longer, sha
Mature contentThe Song of Pyp IV. Passion Madara-Nycteris 3 0
Every morning since he started sharing a bed with Grenn, Pyp noticed something strange. He usually did not pay a lot of attention to the soft marks on his neck, or that particular taste in his mouth every time he…
No. It was something in his ears. The first morning he noted his ears flushing, the sensation came at the memory of the night with his lover. He knew it; that happened only when he was deeply embarrassed, and the passionate treatment of Grenn was the exact opposite of an embarrassing situation. He could remember the lovemaking with his Aurochs without further remorse or guilt, so, he concluded this was not about it. This was not about Grenn kissing and licking every part of his skin. Not about the noises they made every night against the wall of their cell -even when Edd would look at them with a bitter expression on his face the whole morning-. It was not even the way they reached heaven, one inside another… And then,
The Song of Pyp III. Bravery
The Storm Crow was one of the most impressive war ships that Grenn had seen. It was in fact, the first he visited in his whole life. Its black sails were smaller than he had thought, but the hull was fast and long as an arrow; its two rows of oars were conveniently settled for hard battles against pirates and smugglers, and the entire ship was marked by countless battles, but what impressed Grenn the most was the height of the mast. The first time he went up to the point of it, he could see the entire bay of Seals. It was rocky and steep, and the wind was freezing, but somehow, he liked that place.
This was going to be his first mission as a ranger of Eastwatch. Grenn was used to patrol the forest in the north of the Wall on his trusty horse Yoff; he was equally comfortable walking long distances with Dywen or other men, but ships were new to him. Now, some Thenns had been seen robbing the fishers’ villages. Apparently some wildlings didn’t care about New Lord Comman
The song of Pyp II. Joy
“The dinner is almost ready! Are you hungry my brothers?” The unmistakable voice of the mummer called from the kitchen. A happy roar echoed in the small hall of Eastwatch when Pyp entered to the place pushing a cart, which contained a huge pot with the recently famous “Pyp-style shrimp stew”. Food was scarce and the men of the fortress were used to tasteless bread and salty fish, but Pyp’s ability provided them multiple new dishes, and now a lot of men liked the newcomers from Castle Black.
Life at Eastwatch wasn’t easy, but Grenn and Pyp were true survivors, and, eventually, they grew confident and became friends with the bearish men of the fortress. Before they noticed it, the place became a home for them. The ships, the seafood and the unpredictable weather of the east, so weird in Pyp’s opinion in the beginning, were now a part of their life. Now, everything was e
The Song of Pyp I. Fear
“The trip to Eastwatch will be longer and more dangerous than a chat with our new Lord Commander, but I know that we´ll be safe, Honey. Everything will be alright” Pyp whispered to his mare’s ear, as he fixed the saddle on her back. Being sincere, he wasn’t really fond of horses, but the lovely character of his golden mare had conquered Pyp’s heart. “Well, If I can ride my own horse, as a real man of the Watch I can do anything!” he had considered. Certainly, he was a bit worried about his future, but he had always been an optimist; making friends was easy to him, the cold couldn’t be much worse in Eastwatch than in Castle Black, and much beyond that, he would be with Grenn. His dear Grenn. The simple image of that reddish hair and that carefree smile cheered Pyp’s heart up. “We came here together, and we’ll leave together. Life doesn’t look so bad after all!” The little
Game of Thrones: The White Dragon-Chapter 4
The Water Gardens
The next few weeks were uneventful, with the time passing at an almost leisurely pace. Vaelon spent his days either studying with the maesters or training with either Aero Hotah or Ser Asher. All day and every day he would push himself to his limits. Perhaps out of boredom, or perhaps there was the feeling that something incredible was on the horizon and that he had to be ready for it. Or maybe it was just so he wouldn't keep thinking about his siblings. The last news he received from Doran, which was weeks ago, was that Daenerys, her new husband Drogo and their khalasar had departed from Pentos and were heading east towards the Dothraki Sea. Viserys had decided to tag along to ensure that Drogo held up his end of the bargain. Vaelon couldn't hold back a laugh as he learned this; Dothraki, as he learned of them, did things in their own time and held the opinions and desires of outsiders in very low regard. Viserys could puff his chest out and strut around giving comma
The saddest girl in Westeros. Chapter 2
“Ser Alliser, I know we’re men of the Night’s Watch, not babysitters, but since our Lord Commander Snow gave us the order, there’s nothing we can do. Our Lady needs us and we’ll stay here to fulfill this mission.” Pyp sighed dramatically.
“I agree, my Lord. We are honored to be chosen by Princess Shireen herself to be her personal guards until King Stannis and his men return from Winterfell. We will take care of her as long as her father can’t, Ser” Grenn added, with his best military voice. The princess was in the yard, standing next to the boys; she looked at the old ranger with a sweet smile. Ser Alliser just rolled his eyes and walked away. He knew those fools better than Stannis Baratheon, and he just expected them not to do too many stupidities.
Pyp and Grenn stayed there, motionless and deadly serious, looking how the personal guard of the King crossed the main door and marched. Lady Selyse told to b
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BURNED - Chapter IV (end)
BURNED - Chapter IV
Jaime shifted uncomfortably in his pristine white armor. He glanced at King Aerys, somehow hoping he would cancel his order at the last moment and admit it had just been a bad joke to scare the Starks. But no, the King was just smiling broadly under his long, dirty beard, and there was madness in his eyes, the same madness he had seen appear in the royal eyes more and more often in the past months. Usually, nothing good happened when the King was like this.
Jaime turned his head back towards the two Starks - Lord Rickard and his first son, Brandon. They had been accused of treason and sentenced to death. When Lord Rickard had demanded a trial by combat, Aerys had replied his opponent, the Targaryen champion, would be fire. Which meant he was going to be burned to death.
And apparently, Aerys meant for this to happen right here and then, in front of the whole court.
Jaime looked at the faces of all the people who had gathered to see the e
BURNED - Chapter III
BURNED - Chapter III
Jorah woke up feeling like someone had lacerated his arm open with a knife. He grunted from the pain. He tried to move his arm, but that only sent a sharp bolt of pain through his body. He was hurting everywhere and sweating and breathing with difficulty.
He felt someone washing the sweat from his brow with a fresh, damp piece of cloth. He struggled a moment to open his eyelids, but when he finally managed to identify his surroundings, he recognized his room, with the familiar light stone walls covered in tapestries and the grey ceiling with a crack in the vague shape of a heart tree. Jaime was sitting close to his bed, a wet cloth in his hand and a worried look on his face.
- "Hey there."
- "You shouldn’t talk. That will only tire you. You should rest, sleep if you can."
- "I’ve slept enough already", replied Jorah, though he did feel exhausted.
- "You’re obviously in pain. Maybe you should take more milk of the poppy."
BURNED - Chapter II
BURNED - Chapter II
Jaime kept a firm hold on Jorah, who was now half-asleep because of the milk of the poppy, while the healer cleaned the wounds with fresh water, then applied some kind of ointment on them. Even though Jorah should have been the one in needs of comforting, keeping Jorah in his arms was helping him be calm again. Jaime had found himself close to a panic attack when flames had erupted from Jorah’s right arm, hurting him, burning him… and only holding Jorah against him and making sure his wounds weren’t too severe had allowed him to calm down, even just a little.
Jaime hated himself. He had thought he had overcome his fear of fire with time… but when the wildling had walked towards him with his lit torch, his mind had suddenly brought him back two years earlier, during the Nightmare, as he had come to call it. With just the sight of this torch, he had forgotten the forest, the fight - even Jorah! He had been stuck into his old Ni