Your daily STARK quote

What did you pray for?I can’t tell you.

chefnem — Mon, 17 Jun 2013 02:01:35 +0200

What did you pray for?

I can’t tell you.

princessaryastark: I was in darkness, so darkness I became.

chefnem — Sun, 16 Jun 2013 02:01:42 +0200

princessaryastark:

I was in darkness, so darkness I became.

“Pretty enough, but not worth losing a kingdom over.”

chefnem — Wed, 12 Jun 2013 02:01:39 +0200

“Pretty enough, but not worth losing a kingdom over.”

queencersei: page to screen

chefnem — Tue, 11 Jun 2013 02:02:05 +0200

queencersei:

page to screen

Slow red worms crawled along her arms and under her clothes....

chefnem — Mon, 10 Jun 2013 02:01:37 +0200

Slow red worms crawled along her arms and under her clothes. It tickles. That made her laugh until she screamed. “Mad,” someone said, “she’s lost her wits,” and someone else said, “Make an end,” and a hand grabbed her scalp just as she’d done with Jinglebell, and she thought, No, don’t, don’t cut my hair, Ned loves my hair. Then the steel was at her throat, and its bite was red and cold.

“It’s just a stupid sword,” she said, aloud this time… … but it...

chefnem — Sun, 09 Jun 2013 02:01:34 +0200

“It’s just a stupid sword,” she said, aloud this time…

… but it wasn’t.

Needle was Robb and Bran and Rickon, her mother and her father, even Sansa. Needle was Winterfell’s grey walls, and the laughter of its people. Needle was the summer snows, Old Nan’s stories, the heart tree with its red leaves and scary face, the warm earthy smell of the glass gardens, the sound of the north wind rattling the shutters of her room. Needle was Jon Snow’s smile.”

She clutched tight at his hand. “Nothing will happen to you....

chefnem — Sat, 08 Jun 2013 02:01:24 +0200

She clutched tight at his hand. “Nothing will happen to you. Nothing. I could not stand it. They took Ned, and your sweet brothers. Sansa is married, Arya is lost, my father’s dead… if anything befell you, I would go mad, Robb. You are all I have left. You are all the north has left.”

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chefnem — Fri, 07 Jun 2013 02:01:28 +0200

It is nothing, she tried to tell herself

chefnem — Thu, 06 Jun 2013 02:01:39 +0200

It is nothing, she tried to tell herself

They took Ned, and your sweet brothers. Sansa is married, Arya...

chefnem — Wed, 05 Jun 2013 02:01:35 +0200

They took Ned, and your sweet brothers. Sansa is married, Arya is lost, my father’s dead…if anything befell you, I would go mad, Robb. You are all I have left. You are all the North has left.

Asoiaf meme : four deaths Robb Stark and Catelyn...

chefnem — Wed, 05 Jun 2013 00:22:31 +0200

Asoiaf meme : four deaths

Robb Stark and Catelyn Stark {03-04/04}

“It hurts so much, she thought. Our children, Ned, all our sweet babes. Rickon, Bran, Arya, Sansa, Robb… Robb… please, Ned, please, make it stop, make it stop hurting.” (♔)

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chefnem — Fri, 31 May 2013 21:44:11 +0200

lord grant me the strength to accept the plot lines i cannot change courage to continue to watch...

chefnem — Mon, 20 May 2013 18:19:05 +0200

lord grant me the strength to accept the plot lines i cannot change

courage to continue to watch the show

and wisdom to remember i am not a member of the psychotic part of the fandom

amen

Across the city, thousands had jammed into the Great Sept of Baelor on Visenya’s Hill, and they...

chefnem — Thu, 21 Mar 2013 02:01:26 +0100

Across the city, thousands had jammed into the Great Sept of Baelor on Visenya’s Hill, and they would be singing too, their voices swelling out over the city, across the river, and up into the sky. Surely the gods must hear us, she thought.

Sansa knew most of the hymns, and followed along on those she did not know as best she could. She sang along with grizzled old serving men and anxious young wives, with serving girls and soldiers, cooks and falconers, knights and knaves, squires and spit boys and nursing mothers. She sang with those inside the castle walls and those without, sang with all the city. She sang for mercy, for the living and the dead alike, for Bran and Rickon and Robb, for her sister Arya and her bastard brother Jon Snow, away off on the Wall. She sang for her mother and her father, for her grandfather Lord Hoster and her uncle Edmure Tully, for her friend Jeyne Poole, for old drunken King Robert, for Septa Mordane and Ser Dontos and Jory Cassel and Maester Luwin, for all the brave knights and soldiers who would die today, and for the children and the wives who would mourn them, and finally, toward the end, she even sang for Tyrion the Imp and for the Hound. He is no true knight but he saved me all the same, she told the Mother. Save him if you can, and gentle the rage inside him.

Sansa Stark, A Clash of Kings

elsweyr: game of thrones meme: four deaths {3/4} → eddard...

chefnem — Wed, 20 Mar 2013 02:01:09 +0100

elsweyr:

game of thrones meme: four deaths {3/4} → eddard stark

Waking or sleeping, she saw him, saw the gold cloaks fling him down, saw Ser Ilyn striding forward, unsheathing Ice from the scabbard on his back, saw the moment … the moment when … she had wanted to look away, she had wanted to, her legs had gone out from under her and she had fallen to her knees, yet somehow she could not turn her head, and all the people were screaming and shouting, and her prince had smiled at her, he’d smiled and she’d felt safe, but only for a heartbeat, until he said those words, and her father’s legs … that was what she remembered, his legs, the way they’d jerked when Ser Ilyn … when the sword …

Rangers often shared skins for warmth, but warmth was not all Ygritte wanted, he suspected. After...

chefnem — Tue, 19 Mar 2013 02:01:22 +0100

Rangers often shared skins for warmth, but warmth was not all Ygritte wanted, he suspected. After that he had taken to using Ghost to keep her away. Old Nan used to tell stories about knights and their ladies who would sleep in a single bed with a blade between them for honor’s sake, but he thought this must be the first time where a direwolf took the place of the sword.

Jon Snow, A Storm of Swords

“This is my work,” he said. “He dies at my word. He must die by...

chefnem — Mon, 18 Mar 2013 02:01:15 +0100

“This is my work,” he said. “He dies at my word. He must die by my hand.”

Robb Stark, A Storm of Swords

Catelyn and Lord Renly returned together to the camp where his...

chefnem — Sun, 17 Mar 2013 02:01:06 +0100

Catelyn and Lord Renly returned together to the camp where his thousands and her few waited their return. “That was amusing, if not terribly profitable,” he commented. “I wonder where I can get a sword like that? Well, doubtless Loras will make me a gift of it after the battle. it grieves me that it must come to this.”

“You have a cheerful way of grieving,” said Catelyn, whose distress was not feigned.

Catelyn Tully, A Clash of Kings

I will pray for your safe return, my lord.

chefnem — Sat, 16 Mar 2013 02:01:21 +0100

I will pray for your safe return, my lord.

The four-year-old was cranky at being woken. “I want Mother,”...

chefnem — Fri, 15 Mar 2013 02:01:21 +0100

The four-year-old was cranky at being woken. “I want Mother,” he said. “I want her. And Shaggydog too.”

Rickon Stark, A Clash of Kings (via Bran’s POV)