the fourth blackfyre rebellion 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: >>24949686
Could Michael Bay make a good asoiaf movie?
Someone upload the Elio Garcia Preston Jacobs interview before I piss myself
>>24975588Yeah but the goat movie would skip over the eddard slop and get straight to the WotFK kino...
>>24975126Little leery of fanfic but I am skimming Winter of Widows. I can tell it's written by a born woman because it's mind bogglingly retarded in places and seems to be about 40% fashion by volume. Period typical sexism as a tag usually involves blatant HAHA LADS A WOMAN and then lots of desperately trying to prove the clearly correct woman wrong and that's it here. The prime conflict drivers are other women and it's all because of petty stupid shit.Scream against the Storm remains a favourite, and while I ditched the quest itself ages ago. Captain Westeros is still fun and self indulgent junk fic.
Luv me sum Donal Noye.
Jon, Jon, it rhymes with in-love-with-a-male-prostitute-with-a-blown-out-asshole-on
theories are funthe more farfetched the funner
I will write a fanfic
>>24976119(me)i miss the order of the green hand and their theory about Gerold Hightower and co being Mance and co.gurm is intentionally being very vague to make fans engage in theory discussions.why would a fucking wildling chieftain know about maesters' ink and goose quils and shit?why would he hold the letter and only then say he can't read?> “Snow?” said Tormund Giantsbane. “You look like your father’s bloody head just rolled out o’ that paper.”> Jon Snow did not answer at once. “Mully, help Clydas back to his chambers. The night is dark, and the paths will be slippery with snow. Satin, go with them.” He handed Tormund Giantsbane the letter. “Here, see for yourself.”> The wildling gave the letter a dubious look and handed it right back. “Feels nasty … but Tormund Thunderfist had better things to do than learn to make papers talk at him. They never have any good to say, now do they?”> “Not often,” Jon Snow admitted. Dark wings, dark words. Perhaps there was more truth to those wise old sayings than he’d known. “It was sent by Ramsay Snow. I’ll read you what he wrote.”> When he was done, Tormund whistled. “Har. That’s buggered, and no mistake. What was that about Mance? Has him in a cage, does he? How, when hundreds saw your red witch burn the man?”> That was Rattleshirt, Jon almost said. That was sorcery. A glamor, she called it. “Melisandre … look to the skies, she said.” He set the letter down. “A raven in a storm. She saw this coming.” When you have your answers, send to me.> “Might be all a skin o’ lies.” Tormund scratched under his beard. “If I had me a nice goose quill and a pot o’ maester’s ink, I could write down that me member was long and thick as me arm, wouldn’t make it so.”> “He has Lightbringer. He talks of heads upon the walls of Winterfell. He knows about the spearwives and their number.” He knows about Mance Rayder. “No. There is truth in there.”> “I won’t say you’re wrong. What do you mean to do, crow?”
>>24976130>why would a fucking wildling chieftain know about maesters' ink and goose quils and shit?To be fair, Mance could've told him about this
Had mulled wine. Absolute torture to drink. I always thought it would be tasty based on the Fatman's descriptions. I was lied to.
>>24975576Walk 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
>>24975995The first few books are so good.
>>24976237>I was lied to.Gurm would never lie.
>>24976165would Mance have fun discussions about the life of maesters and how they do their shit with the wildling chieftains?
>>24976299hate this fuck
I think this IP should just be let loose for every studio to pump out their own shows or animated series until eventually we get an ending that is so widely liked that its considered canon and then we can finally have a satisfying conclusion. Obviously it would be more satisfying to READ IT in the BOOKKKKKKKKKK but the most positive polly thing we can hope for in this regard is the fat man dying and then we can see what he has written so far and notes.
>>24976237Pleb taste is the problem there mate mulled wine is great.
if roose is a vampire and he skinchanges into ramsay, how's he gonna come back from consequences on all the shit ramsay's pulled?
