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A Storm of Swords is my favorite book in “A Song of Ice and Fire” so far: This is hardly controversial. But when most people talk about how much they dig Swords, they gravitate to the list of Greatest Hits moments: Red Wedding, Purple Wedding, the battle at the wall, Tyrion’s speech, Tyrion’s murder spiral, the Oberyn/Mountain fight. But what I always remember is the Epilogue. It takes up the perspective of a ridiculously minor character: Merrett Frey. By this point, you’re primed to basically despise everyone surnamed Frey, but in a few pages, GRRM sketches Merrett into a weirdly sympathetic, utterly inessential person.

Merrett gets sent on an inconsequential mission, ransoming a relative who got kidnapped by the Brotherhood Without Banners. And by this point, you’re primed to treat the Brotherhood as a charming, albeit mildly annoying, group of merry men. So it’s a shock when Merrett finds out that they’ve already hung his relative; and it’s an even bigger shock when the Brotherhood reveals that their new leader is Catelyn, who gets reintroduced thus:

Beneath her ravaged scalp, her face was shredded skin and black blood where she had raked herself with her nails. But her eyes were the most terrible thing. Her eyes saw him, and they hated.

In the span of a few pages, you go from mourning Catelyn to being ridiculously freaked out by Catelyn. It’s a classic GRRM twist. (Remember: This was the same book that taught us all to kinda love Jaime.) Storm of Swords is a book filled with horrors, but what I liked about Lady Stoneheart was how she promised that the worst horrors were yet to come. Like, if Ned Stark represented the old rules of honor, and Tywin Lannister represented the new rules of cruel logic, then after both of them were dead, we’d basically be entering a world without even the bare outline of rules: Ice zombies in the north, vengeance-zombies in the south, dragons in the east, freaking Greyjoys doing their Greyjoy thing. That was the first time I really found myself thinking that nobody would wind up on the Iron Throne: That the endgame for “Ice and Fire” would be complete disaster for everyone (besides maybe the people in Tall Tree Towns. The Summer Islands seem nice!)

So I definitely miss Lady Stoneheart, and I find myself wondering what her disappearance means for the show’s next season.”

glorianas:

jesus didn’t die so your endgame for asoiaf is that jon and daenerys get the iron throne


"I am weary of war. I want to rest, to laugh, to plant trees and see them grow. I am only a young girl." "No, you are the blood of the dragon. dragons plant no trees."


Through the smoke another wedge of armored riders came, on barded horses. Floating above them were the largest banners yet, royal standards as big as sheets; a yellow one with long pointed tongues that showed a flaming heart, and another like a sheet of beaten gold, with a black stag prancing and rippling in the wind. Robert, Jon thought for one mad moment, remembering poor Owen, but when the trumpets blew again and the knights charged, the name they cried was “Stannis! Stannis! STANNIS!"


"I said so once to your father’s face, and he would not speak to me for half a year."


  • Doran Martell: Have you ever considered that maybe some of these girls are not yours? Their mothers could just be claiming that you're the father because they know you would give their bastard children a better life than they could.
  • Oberyn Martell:
  • Obara Sand: *fearsome warrior who aggressively hates Westeros*
  • Nymeria Sand: *has threesomes with identical female twins*
  • Tyene Sand: *poisons anyone and everyone who gets in her way*
  • Sarella Sand: *disguises herself as a man so she can study in Oldtown*
  • Oberyn Martell: Yeah I'm fairly certain that they're all mine.

  • We Dornish are a hot-blooded people, quick to anger and slow to forgive.


    Few of the birds that Aemon had sent off had returned as yet. One reached Stannis, though. One found Dragonstone, and a king who still cared. A thousand leagues south, Sam knew, his father had joined House Tarly to the cause of the boy on the Iron Throne, but neither King Joffrey nor little King Tommen had bestirred himself when the Watch cried out for help. What good is a king who will not defend his realm?


    Since the time he could walk, his left arm had been his shield arm, no more.