Inspiring Faith and Creativity & Exploring the Arts through a Spiritual Lens
First, I am really enjoying HBO’s adaptation of George R. R. Martin’s Game of Thrones. I was enjoying the books immensely until I realized I was forgetting so much between volumes that it just made…
The old year was ebbing out, and the new one flowing in. And Tyrion, now that he had a better paying job as a clerk, was determined that he should make a decent…
And so it was that Tyrion Lannister came to share Sansa Stark’s straw-stuffed mattress in the small apothecary shop on the corner of a back-alley street in a tiny republic on the fringes of the…
Tyrion returned to the apothecary shop early the following morning, just before the sun rose and its rays splintered down the side streets. Sauriel met him with a cross expression on her face.…
One week later, on a dark and blizzard-whipped early morning, Sauriel heard a weak knocking at the door of her shop. She opened it to find her neighbor the dwarf standing there, looking…
One Month Later, in the Port of Caffe, Republic of Davneros It was beautiful and shiny and red. It was sitting snugly on the top of a barrel full of apples in the market,…
The night was dark and full of terrors. It had grown darker yet at the Purple Wedding, when Joffrey, the mad boy king, had finally met the end everyone knew he deserved, gulping down…
"'Tell them the North remembers. Tell them winter is here.’” Arya smirked. “You should have seen their dumb Frey faces,” she said as she propped her boots up on the table and gazed at her…
“You killed my father.” Daenerys spoke calmly, regarding her prisoner with more interest than animosity. All her life, growing up in exile, she had heard the stories of the Lannisters who had slaughtered almost all…
They offer me the throne, built from the swords taken from slaughtered warriors. They offer it to me, glinting with splintered shards of northern ice and glimmering with dying embers of dragon flame.…
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