Will Martin
Will Martin
Will Martinis a New Zealand-born classical crossover singer...
sometimes lord accomplish
A lord must learn that sometimes words can accomplish what swords cannot.
big-fish storm paddling
The storms come and go, the waves crash overhead, the big fish eat the little fish, and I keep on paddling. (Varys)
winter world certain
In this world, only winter is certain
rain play forgotten
I do so hope he plays us 'The Rains of Castamere.' It has been an hour. I've forgotten how it goes -- Olenna Tyrell, the HBIC
choices may slave
There has never been a slave who did not choose to be a slave. Their choice may be between bondage and death, but the choice is always there.
dragons remember stealing
You do not steal from the dragon, oh, no. The dragon remembers.
gentle starks mistaken
Tyrion: My gentle sister seems to have mistaken me for Ned Stark. Bronn: I hear he was taller. Tyrion: Not after Joff took off his head.
kings children knights
An admiral without ships, a hand without fingers, in service of a king without a throne. Is this a knight who comes before us, or the answer to a child's riddle?
daughter wall gargoyles
Littlefinger: A trade envoy from Lys once observed to me that Lord Stannis must love his daughter very well, since he'd erected hundreds of statues of her all along the walls of Dragonstone. Tyrion: My lord, those are gargoyles.
morning dark air
The morning air was dark with the smoke of burning gods.
kings children stupid
When you smell our candles burning, what does it make you think of, my child?" Winterfell, she might have said. I smell snow and smoke and pine needles. I smell the stables. I smell Hodor laughing, and Jon and Robb battling in the yard, and Sansa singing about some stupid lady fair. I smell the crypts where the stone kings sit. I smell hot bread baking. I smell the godswood. I smell my wolf. I smell her fur, almost as if she were still beside me. "I don't smell anything," she said.
made my-time
...spend my time warring and whoring, that's what I was made for.
white way jaime-lannister
It was that white cloak that soiled me, not the other way around.
horse thinking shoes
Just where do you think you are going, Arya?' the septa demanded. Arya glared at her. 'I have to go shoe a horse,' she said sweetly taking a brief satisfaction in the shock on the septa's face.