This is an illustration for my upcoming Sansan illustrated fanwork, a reboot of Running with the Hare and Hunting with the Hound. The story ends with the sentence, “Inside her brain, a sleeping wolf sprang awake, its yellow eyes opening in the dark.” This plate illustrates Sansa’s narrative destiny at the close of my story. On the right is Sandor, on the left is Littlefinger. Winterfell is in the distance waiting for  the wolves to come home. The gods of the trees stand sentinel.

It was illustrated by breathing2004. Who also did the allegorical illustration of Sandor and Sansa as Ser Serwyn and Princess Daeryssa for my fanfic.


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Age of Heroes: Night’s King

He had been the thirteenth man to lead the Night’s Watch, she said; a warrior who knew no fear.

“And that was the fault in him,” she would add, “for all men must know fear.”

A woman was his downfall; a woman glimpsed from atop the Wall, with skin as white as the moon and eyes like blue stars. Fearing nothing, he chased her and caught her and loved her, though her skin was cold as ice, and when he gave his seed to her he gave his soul as well.

He brought her back to the Nightfort and proclaimed her a queen and himself her king, and with strange sorceries he bound his Sworn Brothers to his will. For thirteen years they had ruled, Night’s King and his corpse queen, till finally the Stark of Winterfell and Joramund of the wildlings had joined to free the Watch from bondage. After his fall, when it was found he’d been sacrificing to the Others, all records of Night’s King had been destroyed, his very name forbidden.

“Some say he was a Bolton,” Old Nan would always end. “Some say a Magnar out of Skagos, some say Umber, Flint, or Norrey. Some would have you think he was a Woodfoot, from them who ruled Bear Island before the ironmen came. He never was. He was a Stark, the brother of the man who brought him down.”

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Swift as a deer. Quiet as a shadow. Fear cuts deeper than swords. Quick as a snake. Calm as still water. Fear cuts deeper than swords. Strong as a bear. Fierce as a wolverine. Fear cuts deeper than swords. The man who fears losing has already lost. Fear cuts deeper than swords. Fear cuts deeper than swords.

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To be just, to be fair, and to be bold, was to be a woman. To be a survivor, was to be a Stark.

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FANMIX MEME: Saltwater Queen, Shireen Baratheon (req. by Joanna) (x)

01. CHILDHOOD, alexandre desplat (x)  {instrumental}

02. SAD EYES, bat for lashes (x)  when you smile those sad eyes look sadder and sadder still / i can tell that you’re lonely but it seems now / there’s nothing you want me to do / so I won’t try to take the sadness from those eyes that I love

03. ROSLYN, bon iver & st. vincent (x)  sea and the rock below / caught in the undertow / bones blood and teeth erode / they will be crashing low / wings wouldn’t help you / you barely are blinking / wagging your face around / when’d this just become a mortal home?

04. YOU’VE ESCAPED, aloha (xsay hello to the monster in your home / who roams around when he thinks that he’s alone / it’s a dream / but no one can hear you scream / no one can hear you / you’re not blind/ there’s a star in the sky

05. SALTWATER QUEEN, the battle of land and sea  (x) oh heavy with a look of satin put round her face / with the devil peering close by on the street / with a little boy charm and anchors of wide heavy iron at her feet / she whispers and cries in harmonies / for her saltwater king

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Game of Thrones in blue

requested by misterbogus

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The Old Gods and the New

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          ✑aSoIaF 30 Day Challenge // Day 17 - faith you’d worship: Faith of the Seven

 ”The Father’s face is stern and strong, he sits and judges right from wrong.
 He weighs our lives, the short and long, and loves the little children.

 The Mother gives the gift of life, and watches over every wife.
 Her gentle smile ends all strife, and she loves her little children.

 The Warrior stands before the foe, protecting us where e’er we go.
 With sword and shield and spear and bow, he guards the little children.

 The Crone is very wise and old, and sees our fates as they unfold.
 She lifts her lamp of shining gold, to lead the little children.

 The Smith, he labors day and night, to put the world of men to right.
 With hammer, plow, and fire bright, he builds for little children.

 The Maiden dances through the sky, she lives in every lover’s sigh,
 Her smiles teach the birds to fly, and give dreams to little children.

The Seven Gods who made us all, are listening if we should call.

So close your eyes, you shall not fall, they see you, little children,
 just close your eyes, you shall not fall, they see you, little children.”

“Did you only sing of six gods? Craster always told us you southrons had seven.”

“Seven,” he agreed, “but no one sings of the Stranger.” The Stranger’s face was the face of death.

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Countdown to Season 2: Where we left off and where we will begin

The last 6 chapters of A Game of Thrones and the Prologue of A Clash of Kings

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