The Green BardIt occurs to me that there are a couple characters that may or may not have died yet in our story, but they are close enough to being undead, that it doesn’t really matter. I am referring to Melisandre and Bloodraven, of course. I think I might call them wraiths. Some may call them half-zombies. […]
The first parts of this series: Kingsblood (on YouTube), Kingsblood II (on YouTube) It is written in The World of Ice and Fire, when the God-on-earth exited, not stage left but directly to the stars, that: Dominion over mankind then passed to his eldest son, who was known as the Pearl Emperor and ruled for a thousand years. […]
This episode is in follow up to my prior work, “Kingsblood, Elitism, Magic, and 10,000 years of Sex in Westeros,” where I focused on how widespread I think Kingsblood is in GRRM’s TWoIaF. This episode I’ll focus more on why I think the texts are hinting at the interpretation I presented there. I think the […]
Part 2 in my series on Dany and her 3 dragons, focusing on A Clash of Kings #ACoK. We see that Dany’s bond to Drogon is strongest. #asoiaf #GRRM
Many ideas out there for the perfumed seneschal are good, but Dany doesn’t need to be warned about them; they are suspicious as hell and obvious, so mayhaps GRRM fakes us out with some tinfoil #asoiaf
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The scene is at first confusing because Ghost never makes a sound, yet Jon swears he “heard” something which led to the discovery of our sixth pup. Remember, Ghost never speaks with his voice, so Jon did not hear him whine or bark, unless he heard it in his mind.
His angry brother with the hot green eyes was near, the prince felt, though he had not seen him for many hunts. Yet with every sun that set he grew more distant, and he had been the last. The others were far scattered, like leaves blown by the wild wind.
Bran saw his father’s face change, saw the other men exchange glances. He loved Jon with all his heart at that moment. Even at seven, Bran understood what his brother had done. The count had come right only because Jon had omitted himself. He had included the girls, included even Rickon, the baby, but not the bastard who bore the surname Snow, the name that custom decreed be given to all those in the north unlucky enough to be born with no name of their own.
The Green Bard 