Finally he looked north. He saw the Wall shining like blue crystal, and his bastard brother Jon sleeping alone in a cold bed, his skin growing pale and hard as the memory of all warmth fled from him. And he looked past the Wall, past endless forests cloaked in snow, past the frozen shore and the great blue-white rivers of ice and the dead plains where nothing grew or lived. North and north and north he looked, to the curtain of light at the end of the world, and then beyond that curtain. He looked deep into the heart of winter, and then he cried out, afraid, and the heat of his tears burned on his cheeks.
--George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones
In the whole spectacle there was a persistent, pervasive hint of stupendous secrecy and potential revelation; as if these stark, nightmare spires marked the pylons of a frightful gateway into forbidden spheres of dream, and complex gulfs of remote time, space, and ultra-dimensionality. I could not help feeling that they were evil things—mountains of madness whose farther slopes looked out over some accursed ultimate abyss. That seething, half-luminous cloud-background held ineffable suggestions of a vague, ethereal beyondness far more than terrestrially spatial; and gave appalling reminders of the utter remoteness, separateness, desolation, and aeon-long death of this untrodden and unfathomed austral world.
--H.P. Lovecraft, “At the Mountains of Madness”
I’m rereading Lovecraft, and this passage from “At the Mountains of Madness” instantly made me think of Bran’s vision of the curtain of light at the end of the world. Like, I think I’ve said before, I think ASOIAF’s Curtain is a gateway to the Realm of Faerie, some icy, nightmare hellscape in a different dimension where the rules of time and space don’t hold true. Really excited to see if GRRM really is drawing inspiration from Lovecraft here.