swords from the big chair editionASOIAF wiki: https://awoiaf.westeros.org/index.php/Main_PageBlog: https://georgerrmartin.com/notablog/Old blog: https://grrm.livejournal.com/So Spake Martin (interviews): https://westeros.org/citadel/ssm/Book search: https://asearchoficeandfire.com/SSM search: https://cse.google.com/cse?cx=006888510641072775866:vm4n1jrzsdyGeneral search: http://searcherr.work/TWOW samples: https://archive.org/details/411440566-the-winds-of-winter-released-chaptersold: >>24804485
Walk with me, my sweet summer child, and hear the tale of fat pink masts jutting into sopping wet myrish swamps and black nipples brushing against silk until her cunt became the world while in the privy the princess guzzled arbor gold and shat but the more she drank the more she shat until she was shitting brown water and around her the planks of the ship groaned like a fat man taking a shit while she cursed the gods and nuncle smiled as he broke his fast on black bread, bacon burned black, and mulled wine while capon-grease dribbled down his chin and onto the boiled leather of his jerkin for she was wet with love and did she not know words are wind and dark wings bring dark words and a lannister always pays her debts and mayhaps this is nothing but a mummers farce and useless as nipples on a breastplate and the princess has been fucking lancel and moonboy for all nuncle knows and he is the blood of the dragon for the night is dark and full of terrors but where do whores go and jon snow knows nothing and near enough makes no matter so nuncle smiled and dipped the heel of his bread into clam chowder and prayed for half a hundred more heh har HODOR
>continues to be unrefuted>tower niggers avoid the topic like the plague
>>24822581>Be seething retard mommas boy with weak impotent seed >fail to continue your bloodline >Lose war despite having the biggest dragon ever >kill yourself Kinda cringe innit
>>24822405I'm hoping for those scenes from the book that Anon said he would draw last thread.
Why didn't Stannis just challenge Renly to a 1v1 to see who would keep the throne between them? Could have used blunted swords or something to make it more enticing an offer.Better than using dark magic that would turn everyone against you.
>>24822625How good of a swordsman is Stannis, he was an accomplished commander and sailor but he was not like Robert in terms of enjoying the fight. Book Renly is described as basically being a Robert clone so its possible that Renly might just beat him. But then again Renly wouldn't even bother since he had the bigger army.
>>24822598>tower fingers typed this post
>>24822825Naw, if you call out Renly in front of his boys you force him to fight as to not look like a coward.
>>24822625>>24822825The tv show fucked up (one of a long list) in making Renly a prancing twink and though I suspect Stannis was also pretty big and strong, Book Renly could probably take him one-on-one.
>>24822405King Stann Lackcrown converted to fire Islam in exchange for magical support against his enemies. Probably the only historical reference G.R.R.M utilizes I'm proud of recognizing.
Maybe we should organize a multiplayer CK game, dont care if its 2 or 3.
>>24822405let it go man
>I ate his heart and drank his blood, and still he haunts me.>The white world turned and fell away. For a moment it was as if he were inside the weirwood, gazing out through carved red eyes as a dying man twitched feebly on the ground and a madwoman danced blind and bloody underneath the moon, weeping red tears and ripping at her clothes. Then both were gone and he was rising, melting, his spirit borne on some cold wind. He was in the snow and in the clouds, he was a sparrow, a squirrel, an oak. A horned owl flew silently between his trees, hunting a hare; Varamyr was inside the owl, inside the hare, inside the trees. Deep below the frozen ground, earthworms burrowed blindly in the dark, and he was them as well. I am the wood, and everything that's in it, he thought, exulting. A hundred ravens took to the air, cawing as they felt him pass. A great elk trumpeted, unsettling the children clinging to his back. A sleeping direwolf raised his head to snarl at empty air. Before their hearts could beat again he had passed on, searching for his own, for One Eye, Sly, and Stalker, for his pack. His wolves would save him, he told himself.This prologue explaining skinchanging is excellent. How GRRM so effortlessy informs the reader of the warg hivemind with the weirwoods.
>>24823626It’s animism. Life is everywhere.
