Here’s an excerpt:
“Please don’t come after me. Though, you know where I will be for the next dozen or so Sunday nights. On my couch, watching “Game of Thrones,” and trying to figure out how to ship a carton of 5-Hour Energy to George R.R. Martin so he can hurry up and finish book six. And when you’re ready, I have a nice girl I’d like you to meet. She’s a widow who lives pretty far away, but she has stunning hair and some awesome pets. I think you will like her a lot.”
I broke up with Jon Snow.
Sorry DC/Maryland/Virginia but WINTER IS COMING!
Don’t leave me in charge of things.
BABY YOU’RE A FIRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEWOOOOOOORRRRRRRKKKKKKKKKKKK
My favorite new buddy comedy.
Theon shook his head from left to right.
She grunted and wielded the knife in a very agile manner. Theon remembered seeing her throwing knives during practice. She was accurate and constant. He protected himself with his forearm. The cut hurt, but he aimed for her with the bow. The arrow got her in the neck. She had time to throw the knife before blood came out of her mouth. It got Theon in the leg. Biting the inside of his cheeks not to scream, he pulled the blade out of his skin and continued his way to the woods, much more slowly than before.
Once he reached the trees, he stopped running. He tried to walk, but the pain was too bad. Limping, he miraculously found a hideout. He went down a slope. There was a burrow carved in the hill itself, out of sight for anyone on the slope. If someone else came down, Theon would hear them and have enough time to get ready. If anyone came from the other direction, well, Theon hoped it didn’t happen.
Theon sit in his hideout. I killed Daenerys, but I had to. Just like I have to kill anyone else. He didn’t want to look at his leg.
He remembered these afternoons spent alone in his room, just looking at the sky by his large windows. His parents were busy, and his sister didn’t want to be with him.
At that time, he thought he was lonely. But he had been wrong.
Right now, in the arena, he was lonely. He could have accepted Daenerys’ offer. After all, she was with this big guy, Drogo. But he didn’t. And he was lonely
And the sun was going down.
You guys, Hunger Games Of Thrones Fan Fic is real and it’s happening. There are 12 chapters of awesome. I tip my hat to the author… and slow clap.
Alexander the Great
Game of Thrones Counterpart: Daenerys Targaryen
There’s a reason historians look back on Alexander as one of the greatest military commanders and imperialists that ever lived. Born a Macedonian prince, Alexander learned philosophy and classics from his tutor, Aristotle. The prince later ascended to power in Greece, and eventually conquered Syria, Egypt and Persia. In “Alexander the Great,” Philip Freeman describes how the conqueror lived most of his life far from his homeland, and faced many threats to his throne.
Won or Died? It’s pretty clear that Alexander won multiple thrones. But at what cost? There is still mystery surrounding his death (some claim he was poisoned, others say it was natural causes).
History + Fantasy + Books = Read This Please
Now I’m just going to help Julian Fellowes write the tagline for season three: Incest is coming.
- via my recap of Downton Abbey on New Now Next
Laughed for a good three minutes about this.
EDIT: Yes, I meant to send this to my personal tumblr. Again.