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asoiaf meme [4/4] quotes

“Allow me to give my lord one last piece of counsel,” the old man had said, “the same counsel that I once gave my brother when we parted for the last time. He was three-and-thirty when the Great Council chose him to mount the Iron Throne. A man grown with sons of his own, yet in some ways still a boy. Egg had an innocence to him, a sweetness we all loved. Kill the boy within you, I told him the day I took ship for the Wall. It takes a man to rule. An Aegon, not an Egg. Kill the boy and let the man be born.” The old man felt Jon’s face. “You are half the age that Egg was, and your own burden is a crueler one, I fear. You will have little joy of your command, but I think you have the strength in you to do the things that must be done. Kill the boy, Jon Snow. Winter is almost upon us. Kill the boy and let the man be born.”

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asoiaf meme - [4] deaths: Aerys Targaryen

First, I killed the pyromancer. And then when the king turned to flee, I drove my sword into his back. ‘Burn them all,’ he kept saying. 'Burn them all.’ I don’t think he expected to die. He… he meant to… burn with the rest of us and rise again, reborn as a dragon to turn his enemies to ash. I slit his throat to make sure that didn’t happen.

Here and there a torch burned hungrily, casting its ruddy glow over the faces of the wedding guests.
The way the mists threw back the shifting light made their features seem bestial, half-human, twisted. Lord Stout became a mastiff, old Lord Locke a vulture, Whoresbane Umber a gargoyle, Big Walder Frey a fox, Little Walder a red bull, lacking only a ring for his nose. Roose Bolton’s own face was a pale grey mask, with two chips of dirty ice where his eyes should be.
Above their heads the trees were full of ravens, their feathers fluffed as they hunched on bare brown branches, staring down at the pageantry below. Maester Luwin’s birds. Luwin was dead, and his maester’s tower had been put to the torch, yet the ravens lingered. This is their home. Theon wondered what that would be like, to have a home.
—  The Prince of Winterfell, A Dance with Dragons.

crusadeofstrangers  asked:

Suppose GRRM decided the internet provided an alternative to traditional publishing and set up a patronage system where he ended up publishing a chapter of ASOIAF every 2-4 weeks, but never any proper books. If we assume he'd write essentially the same chapters and keep the same plot points, how do you think this would effect the tone and do you have any guesses as to how (generally) the order of storytelling might change?

So if he went full Dickens? (Not in the dirty way?) 

We’d all be talking a lot more about the internal structure of chapters and a lot less about overarching storylines, that’s for sure. The momentum of reading ASOIAF would be entirely different, and that would change how it felt to us tonally: more contemplative and less propulsive, all else being equal. 

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asoiaf meme (minor characters): 4/9 scenes ~ a storm of swords, tyrion x

Queen Myrcella? It would have been more tempting if only he did have Sansa tucked beneath his cloak. If she declared for Myrcella over Tommen, would the north follow? What the Red Viper was hinting at was treason. Could Tyrion truly take up arms against Tommen, against his own father? Cersei would spit blood. It might be worth it for that alone.

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positive lady characters meme
asha greyjoy + strengths and flaws (asked by anonymous)                                    
(many thanks to the lovely celiatully!)

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She awoke all at once, every nerve atingle. For a moment she did not remember where she was. She had dreamt that she was little, still sharing a bedchamber with her sister Arya. But it was her maid she heard tossing in her sleep, not her sister, and this was not Winterfell, but the Eyrie. And I am Alayne Stone, a bastard girl. The room was cold and black, though she was warm beneath the blankets. Dawn had not yet come. Sometimes she dreamed of Ser Ilyn Payne, and woke with her heart thumping, but this dream had not been like that. Home, it was a dream of home. The Eyrie was no home.