Fear is for the Winter

I'm Gerson. I'm 22, I live in Venezuela and I'm obsessed with A Song of Ice and Fire and Game of Thrones.

[midqueenally]

jon snow and daenerys targaryen - parallels

[lyannas]

Aerys was dead on the floor, drowned in his own blood. His dragon skulls stared down from the walls. Lannister’s men were everywhere. Jaime wore the white cloak of the Kingsguard over his golden armor. I can see him still. Even his sword was gilded. He was seated on the Iron Throne, high above his knights, wearing a helm fashioned in the shape of a lion’s head. How he glittered!

[saintmichaelthearchangel-moved]

A crowned beast.

[myth-durleck-deactivated2022072]

it runs in the family

[amazingweiwei-deactivated201711]

“Oh, my sweet summer child,“ Old Nan said quietly, "what do you know of fear? Fear is for the winter, my little lord, when the snows fall a hundred feet deep and the ice wind comes howling out of the north. Fear is for the longnight, when the sun hides its face for years at a time, and little childrenare born and live and die all in darkness while the direwolves grow gaunt and hungry, and the white walkers move through the woods”

[brndnstrk]

Chamo, lloro.

[kit-harington]

So I knew that even before I finished the first book. I knew, ultimately, that the Red Wedding would be coming. Which didn’t make it any easier to write because by the time I wrote it I’d spent six years with these people and I’d come to love Robb, I’d come to love Catelyn. Letting go of them was very, very difficult for me.

[tfa95dbs]

Karl Bryullov Last Day of Pompeii 1833

[goldenfools]

Natalie Dormer for The Telegraph UK (x)

[iheartgot]

[alayneestone]

For herself, she wanted sleet and ice, howling winds, thunder to shake the very stones of the Red Keep. She wanted a storm to match her rage.

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[pixalry]

Game of Thrones Sci-fi Redesign - Created by István Dányi

[iheartgot]

[theworthlesspeon]

[youngjusticer]

[katiemcgrath]

Fear is for the winter, my little lord, when the snows fall a hundred feet deep and the ice wind comes howling out of the north. Fear is for the long night, when the sun hides its face for years at a time, and little children are born and live and die all in darkness while the direwolves grow gaunt and hungry, and the white walkers move through the woods.

[hcathledger-deactivated20260210]

Make it your strength. Then it can never be your weakness. Armour yourself in it, and it will never be used to hurt you.

[juliastiles]