The Green Bard
Last time we discussed zombies in A Song of Ice and fire, specifically how some of them can give us insight into the mechanism of the foreshadowed resurrection of Jon Snow. In particular, we discussed my theory on how I think Mirri Maz Duur purposefully killed the horse of Khal Drogo in order to prevent […]
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 […]
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 smells made her belly rumble. The night wolf had feasted, but that would not fill the blind girl’s belly. Dream meat could not nourish her, she had learned that early on.
“Put away your sword, Greyjoy,” Robb said. For a moment he sounded as commanding as their father, like the lord he would someday be. “We will keep these pups.”
“She’s not a dog, she’s a direwolf,” Sansa pointed out as Lady licked her fingers with a rough tongue. “Anyway, Father said we could keep them with us if we want.”
The Green Bard 