Girls don’t want boys.
Girls want a release date for The Winds of Winter.
May we take sometime today to remember the author who proved to all that fantasy is not only escapism, but an inherent and vital part of the human being. To the man, whose stories were always a light to me in dark places, thank you.
(if you know the credits to the last painting, send me please)
Get to know me meme: (1/5) favourite tv shows » Game of Thrones
Oh, my sweet summer child. What do you know about fear? Fear is for the winter when the snows fall a hundred feet deep. Fear is for the the long nights when the sun hides for years, and children are born and live and die, all in darkness. That is the time for fear, my little lord; when the white walkers move through the woods. Thousands of years ago there came a night that lasted a generation. Kings froze to death in their castles, same as the shepherds in their huts, and women smothered their babies rather than see them starve, and wept and felt their tears freeze on their cheeks. So is this the sort of story that you like?
“Viserys was Mad Aerys’s son, just so. Daenerys… Daenerys is quite different.” “The frightened child who sheltered in my manse died on the Dothraki sea, and was reborn in blood and fire. This dragon queen who wears her name is a true Targaryen.”