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Reading A Feast for Crows (SPOILERS)

“Jaime,” she heard herself scream, “Jaime.”

Our baby Brienne has fallen in love…

The grey man touched her bandaged face. “We had to cut away some of the flesh. Your face will not be pretty, I fear.”

It has never been pretty. “Scars, you mean?”

“My lady, that creature chewed off half your cheek.”

Great… As though it hadn’t been told enough how ugly Brienne is. What, she’s deformed now???

“The Kingslayer’s whore.”

She flinched. “Why would you call me that?”

“If I had a silver stag for every time you said his name, I’d be as rich as your friends the Lannisters.”

Hyle Hunt had been beaten so badly that his face was swollen almost beyond recognition. He stumbled as they shoved him, and almost fell. Podrick caught him by the arm. “Ser,” the boy said miserably, when he saw Brienne. “My lady, I mean. Sorry.”

DON’T TOUCH PODRICK!!! HE DID NOTHING WRONG!

Ser Hyle gave Brienne a faint smile. “My lady,” he said, “you should have wed me when I made my offer. Now I fear you’re doomed to die a maid, and me a poor man.”

YOU’RE THINKING ABOUT THAT NOW? WHEN THESE OUTLAWS ARE GOING TO HANG YOU ALL?

Her face, Brienne thought. Her face was so strong and handsome, her skin so smooth and soft. “Lady Catelyn?” Tears filled her eyes. “They said… they said that you were dead.”

The northman said, “She says that you must choose. Take the sword and slay the Kingslayer, or be hanged for a betrayer. The sword or the noose, she says. Choose, she says. Choose.”

There was a long silence. Then Lady Stoneheart spoke again. This time Brienne understood her words. There were only two. “Hang them,” she croaked.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Pod was kicking, choking, dying. Brienne sucked the air in desperately, even as the rope was strangling her. Nothing had ever hurt so much.

She screamed a word.

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Only 1 chapter left~

“There’s a new High Septon, did you know? Oh, and the Night’s Watch has a boy commander, some bastard son of Eddard Stark’s.”

“Jon Snow?” she blurted out, surprised.

She had not thought of Jon in ages. He was only her half brother, but still… with Robb and Bran and Rickon dead, Jon Snow was the only brother that remained to her. I am a bastard too now, just like him. Oh, it would be so sweet, to see him once again.

First…

I think the first ones to see each other again are Jon and Sansa. Just because they’re not close. If ever Jon is… you know…

Sansa should be friends with Mya Stone, just as Arya is with Gendry. Their fathers were bestfriends, after all… And Mya’s such a cool girl.

It sounds like a wolf, thought Sansa. A ghost wolf, big as mountains.

CALLING IT NOW, YOU GUYS. JON AND SANSA WILL SEE EACH OTHER FIRST. AND GHOST WILL LEAD HIM TO HER. Or not…

“So those are your gifts from me, my sweet Sansa… Harry, the Eyrie, and Winterfell. That’s worth another kiss, don’t you think?”

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WOOT! 3 chapters left and I’m done~

“I will permit you to take the black. Ned Stark’s bastard is the Lord Commander on the Wall.”

The Blackfish narrowed his eyes. “Did your father arranged for that as well? Catelyn never trusted the boy, as I recall, no more than she ever trusted Theon Greyjoy. It would seem she was right about them both.”

There, now. That’s not fair. You never met Jon. Bet you’ll be BFFs…

Every time I read the words ‘The Red Wedding’, ‘The Twins’ and ‘Freys’… I WANT TO PUNCH SOMEONE

“I am told your wife is pretty. She’d have to be, for you to bed her while your sister and your king were being murdered.”

“I never knew.” Edmure licked his cracked lips. “There were fiddlers outside the bedchamber…”

“And Lady Roslin was distracting you.”

“She… they made her do it, Lord Walder and the rest…”

She was lost, confounded. Promised. I was promised. “Who is it? Who have I been betrothed to, all these years?”

“It makes no matter. He is dead.”

That left her more baffled than ever. “The old ones are so frail. Was it a broken hip, a chill, the gout?”

“It was a pot of molten gold…”

VISERYS TARGARYEN!!!

“… We princes make our careful plans and the gods smash them all awry.”

I say Prince Doran bids his time really, really slow.

She narrowed her eyes. “What is our heart’s desire?”

“Vengeance.” His voice was soft, as if he were afraid that someone might be listening. “Justice.” Prince Doran pressed the onyx dragon into her palm with his swollen, gouty fingers, and whispered, “Fire and blood.”

ABOUT DAMN TIME THE MARTELLS GO TO DAENERYS

Watching Game of Thrones Season 2 Episode 5

OMG, THE SHADOW!

RENLY!!!

WHY WAS HE STABBED??? THE SHADOW’S SUPPOSED TO SLIT HIS THROAT AND I ACTUALLY LAUGHED AT HOW SMALL THE SHADOW DAGGER THINGY WAS

AW, MY POOR BABY BRIENNE…

AW… LORAS…

The Fist of the First Men… doesn’t really look like a fist but whatever… IT’S GHOST!!! He’s just chilling there, lol! I wouldn’t have noticed him if it wasn’t for the fact that I keep track of him and the direwolves here in Tumblr.

Dolorous Edd, I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again…

Oh, Tyrion’s scene after Jon’s? It’s supposed to be Dany…

WILDFIRE! I’M FREAKING EXCITED FOR THAT SCENE IN THE BLACKWATER!

Sorry but, Pyat Pree cracks me up… And the possibility of Dany and Xaro = Daenerys Ducksauce…

DROGON!!! BABY DROGON!

JAQEN BADASS H’GHAR

WAIT, DID ARYA SAY ‘TICKLER’?

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! IT’S RICKON! RICKON BEING A MOODY 5 YEAR OLD!

SHIRTLESS GENDRY!!! GODS BE GOOD!

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JAQEN DIDN’T KILL THE TICKLER! IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE ARYA! SHE’S SUPPOSED TO KILL THE TICKLER!

DAMMIT, WRITERS! THAT WAS ONE OF MY FAVORITE MOMENTS IN A STORM OF SWORDS!

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“Your Grace,” he said with a broad smile, “Dragonstone is yours.”

I am not liking this…

“He will make a thousand and one. They carried him inside the castle after the battle, but his wounds are grievous. He has blood so much blood that the maesters will not even leech him.”

Ser Loras obviously can’t wait to see Renly again…

“Tell me,” said Margaery. “I command it.”

“The defenders fell back to an inner keep once the curtain wall was taken. Loras led the attack there as well. He was doused with boiling oil.”

He will live, I know it! He’s not gonna be as pretty, though =(

“I will be queen, though?” asked the younger her.

“Aye.” Malice gleamed in Maggy’s yellow eyes. “Queen you shall be… until there comes another, younger and more beautiful, to cast you down and take all that you hold dear.”

Karma’s a bitch, Your Grace. Who’s that? Margaery? I kind of want it to be Dany.

Cersei’s such a crappy queen. Sure, she’s proving to everyone that a woman can rule a kingdom but seriously… She doesn’t care about her people!

Brienne turned, and saw a ghost.

Renly. No hammerblow to the heart could have felled her half so hard. “My lord?” she gasped.

“Lord?” The boy pushed back a lock of black hair that had fallen across his eyes. “I’m just a smith.”

GENDRY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GENDRY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Arya Stark’s hair was brown, she recalled, but Brienne was not sure of the color of her eyes. Brown and brown, was that it? Could it be that she did not die at Saltpans after all?

ARYA’S EYES ARE GREY! ASK GENDRY!!! COME ON, TALK TO GENDRY!!!

“You need a man for that, I hear. A husband, preferably. Why not me?”

Why, Ser Hyle, are you volunteering???

“What I want is you, Lord Selwyn’s only living child. I’ve known men to wed lackwits and suckling babes for prizes a tenth the size of Tarth. I am not Renly Baratheon, I confess it, but I have the virtue of being still amongst the living.”

HE KNOWS ABOUT BRIENNE’S CRUSH ON RENLY!!!

“Marriage would serve the both of us. Lands for me, and a castle full of these for you.” He waved his hand at the children. “I am capable, I assure you. I’ve sired at least one bastard that I know of.”

HE… HE’S SAYING HE’S GOOD IN BED!

“Play your game with someone else, ser.”

“So speaks a maid who has never played the game with anyone. Once you do you’ll  take a different view. In the dark you’d be as beautiful as any other woman. Your lips were made for kissing.”

“They are lips,” said Brienne. “All lips are the same.”

“And all lips are made for kissing,” Hunt agreed pleasantly. “Leave your door unbarred tonight, and I will steal into your bed and prove the truth of what I say.”

DAMMIT, YOU TWO! STOP FLIRTING!

MOVE ASIDE FOR NOW, SER JAIME. I SHIP HYLE/BRIENNE

“How old are you?” Brienne asked. “Is your mother still alive? And your father, who was he?”

“You ask too many questions.”

Gendry’s right, Brienne. And in the TV show he said that it’s bad luck to ask him questions…

Brienne sucked in her breath and drew Oathkeeper. Too many, she though, with a start of fear, they are too many.

SEVEN FREAKING HELLS!!!

Seven, Brienne thought again, despairing. She had no chance against seven, she knew. No chance, and no choice.

She stepped out into the rain, Oathkeeper in hand. “Leave her be. If you want to rape someone, try me.”

… and Biter crashed into her, shrieking.

He is eating me, she realized, but she had no strength left to fight him any longer.

THE HELL??? BITER’S EATING HER??? ASHDLAKJGLDSJGALDSHFLAKJSDGFSKJGLDJF!!!!!! BRIENNE!!!

Reading A Feast for Crows

“Dareon is dead. The black singer who was sleeping at the Happy Port. He was really a deserter from the Night’s Watch. Someone slit his throat and pushed him into a canal, but they kept his boots.”

“Good boots are hard to find.”

“Just so.” She tried to keep her face still.

“Who could have done this thing, I wonder?”

“Arya of House Stark.”

She… When… How… Did she really??? WHAT THE… SHE OMG! SHE DID THE KING’S JUSTICE? SHE EXECUTED THE DESERTER?

When she woke the next morning, she was blind.

“He was a good man,” he began… but as soon as he had said the words he knew that they were wrong. “No. He was a great man. A maester of the Citadel, chained and sworn, and Sworn Brother of the Night’s Watch, ever faithful. When he was born they named him for a hero who had died too young, but though he lived a long long time, his own life was no less heroic. No man was wiser, or gentler, or kinder. At the wall, a dozen lords commander came and went during his years of service, but he was always there to counsel them. He counseled kings as well. He could have been a king himself, but when they offered him the crown he told them they should give it to his younger brother. How many men would do that?” Sam felt the tears welling in his eyes, and knew he could not go on much longer. “He was the blood of the dragon, but now his fire has gone out. He was Aemon Targaryen. And now his watch is ended.”

Beautiful, Samwell. Beautiful… RIP Maester Aemon…

… so Aemon’s corpse had been stuffed inside a cask of blackbelly rum to preserve it until the ship reached Oldtown.

A cask… A CASK.

Afterward she went to sleep with her arms around him and her face across his chest.

About time, Sam.

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It takes me days to pick up this book again. Seriously (-_-)…

Every man there knew that the Doom still ruled Valyria. The very sea there boiled and smoked, and the land was overrun with demons. It was said that any sailor who so much as glimpsed the fiery mountains of Valyria rising above the waters would soon die a dreadful death, yet the Crow’s Eye had been there, and returned.

So, the Doom in Valyria is like a volcanic eruption or something? Valyria sounds so cool. GRRM, have a POV character go there now!

Victarion shuddered. “Show me this dragon’s egg.”

“I threw it in the sea during one of my dark moods.” Euron gave a shrug.

Did you really?

“I’ll go to Slaver’s Bay, aye. I’ll find this dragon woman, and I’ll bring her back.” But not for you. You stole my wife and despoiled her, so I’ll have yours. The fairest woman in the world, for me.

GUYS, GUYS! DANY’S VISION IN THE HOUSE OF THE UNDYING! IT MIGHT BE VICTARION!

Jaime had charged Red Ronnet with the task of delivering Wylis Manderly to Maidenpool, so he would not need to look on him henceforth.

Kingslayer, just admit it. You’re J-E-A-L-O-U-S

“Your Dornishman did not lie,” the Elder Brother began, “but I fear you did not understand him. You are chasing the wrong wolf, my lady. Eddard Stark had two daughters. It was the other one that Sandor Clegane made off with, the younger one.”

“Arya Stark?” Brienne stared open-mouthed, astonished. “You know this? Lady Sansa’s sister is alive?”

OMG!!! BRIENNE AND ARYA!!! THEY SHOULD MEET AND BE BFFS. THAT’LL BE FREAKING AWESOME!!!

“There is one thing I do know, however. The man you hunt is dead.”

That was another shock. “How did he die?”

Is he really? *coughTHEGRAVEDIGGERcough*

“I buried him myself. I can tell you where his grave lies, if you wish…”

Either the Elder Brother is lying or really telling the truth. GAH, I don’t know anymore!

“Sandor Clegane is dead.”

R.I.P :’(

“I have to find her,” she finished. “There are others looking, all wanting to capture her and sell her to the queen. I have to find her first. I promised Jaime. Oathkeeper, he named the sword. I have to try to save her… or die in the attempt.”

DON’T SAY THAT, BRIENNE! AND DON’T BE TOO HONORABLE, DAMMIT! GRRM WILL KILL YOU!

Watching Game of Thrones Season 2 Episode 1

So! I’m 3 episodes behind and when I watched episode 1 last night on HBO Asia, I kind of agree with some people who said that everything’s moving too fast. If I hadn’t read the book I’m pretty sure I’ll get lost and will need to re-watch it again and again to get what’s happening. But other than that… to be honest… episode 1 was kind of a letdown for me. It’s my fault, really. I can’t stay away from spoilers. Anyway…

Joffrey is still a douche.

Oh, Sansa…

DOLOROUS EDD

“You’re prettier than half my daughters.” - Craster to Jon Snow

The heck is your problem with Jon, Craster??? Unlike you, he knows how to respect women so SHUT UP

THE SCENE I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR!!! MY KING!!! When he’s talking with Jaime, kyaaaaaaaaaaaa~~

AND THE BEST ENTRANCE GOES TO… GREY WIND

And then in Robb’s council, when he said “From this day until the end of time, we are a free and independent kingdom.” OMG HIS VOICE!!!

THEN, THEN… ROBB AND CATELYN

I think that Ros’s purpose is to confirm the identity of “Arya Stark”… OMG CERSEI LANNISTER, WHAT’S WITH YOU ORDERING EVERYONE TO KILL INNOCENT PETS AND FREAKING BABIES

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Taena’s black eyes sparkled with mischief. “When she wed Lord Renly at Highgarden, I helped disrobe him for the bedding. His lordship was a well-made man, and lusty. I saw the proof when we tumbled him into the wedding bed where his bride awaited him as naked as her name day, blushing prettily beneath the coverlets. Ser Loras had carried her up the steps himself. Margaery may say that the marriage was never consummated, that Lord Renly had drunk too much wine at the wedding feast, but I promise you, the bit between his legs was anything but weary when last I saw it.”

We know why Renly was… excited…

“Have you seen what they have done to Blessed Baelor’s statue? They befoul the plaza with their pigs and goats and night soil.”

“Night soil can be washed away more easily than blood, Your Grace. If the plaza was befouled, it was befouled by the execution that was done here.”

Margaery smiled at Ser Loras; a sweet sisterly smile, full of fondness. “Your Grace is kind to fear for me, but my brother keeps me well protected.”

Go and hunt, Cersei had urged Robert, half a hundred times. My brother keeps me well protected. She recalled what Taena had told her earlier, and a laugh came bursting from her lips.

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Red Ronnet raised his lantern. “I wished to see where the bear danced with the maiden not-so-fair.” His beard shone in the light as if it were afire. Jaime could smell wine on his breath. “Is it true the wench fought naked?”

“Naked? No.” He wondered how that wrinkle had been added to the story. “The Mummers put her in a pink silk gown and shoved a tourney sword into her hand. The Goat wanted her death to be amuthing. Elsewise…”

“… the sight of Brienne naked might have made the bear flee in terror.” Connington laughed.

Jaime did not. “You speak as if you know the lady.”

“I was betrothed to her.”

That took him by surprise. Brienne had never mentioned a betrothal.

Why, Kingslayer, are you… jealous?

And why was Connington sitting there thinking about Brienne… Hmmm…

Connington glanced into the pit. “The bear was less hairy than that freak, I’ll -“

Jaime’s golden hand cracked him across the mouth so hard the other knight went stumbling down the steps. His lantern fell and smashed, and the oil spread out, burning. “You are speaking of a highborn lady, ser. Call her by her name. Call her Brienne.”

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100 POINTS TO JAIME LANNISTER!!!!!!!!!!!

I JUST… I SHIP THEM SO HARD